"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I've started a new entry about five times since Monday. But nothing's come. I feel drained. I don't know why this hasn't gotten easier for me. Each quarter I have the same problems, the same time-management issues, the same stupid self-doubt. I'm just tired and drained tonight. Looking forward to the weekend.