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[solitary_summer]

I don't know what's the cause, but I haven't been feeling like writing recently... Words feel out of place, sentences come out odd, and nothing seems actually important enough to bother writing about.

# Work is... ah well. The week before the last one I went through one of those spells where it felt absolutely intolerable to trapped in the shop for eight hours, minutes dragging by with infinite slowness, hating every customer just for being there, that kind of thing. Last week was better, if boring. Buy more books, people. I need that job.

# Bonsai woes. I really should have known better than to buy one. The necessity of trimming goes against all my instincts, my philosophy even, which tend to go along the lines of letting things develop the way they want to. The way they do. If a plant grows, wonderful; let it. [Also, go me!, I haven't managed to kill it yet.] This is I, who at seventeen had a heated discussion with her best friend about French baroque garden architecture vs. English parks; words like rape and violation might have been used. I've resigned myself to baroque gardens in the meantime, can even appreciate their beauty, but the romanticism of vegetation running wild still has a special appeal. I hate the idea that I'll have to practically make a philosophy out of trimming that poor tree into a shape I chose for it. Cut off two new shoots yesterday, but it made me feel like an evil tree killer.

It's actually crossed my mind to give it to my sister and her boyfriend, but since they seem to keep actually killing bonsais, probably not such a good idea.

# Picked up my morning runs again in earnest; three times last week, three times the week before that. None today since it was raining.

# What else... cake for K. last week, Schwarzwälderkirschtorte, belated birthday. My sister was over for breakfast Saturday before last; Gugelhupf.

# Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, considering the six years that have passed since The Fragile came out, and my personal development during this time, I'm rather unenthusiastic about new NIN... Watched the video once, but wasn't particularly thrilled. I'll buy the new CD of course and maybe pick up the TDS remix while I'm at it; I still love TF, have been listening to it again recently, because somehow by now I seem to be able to appreciate the music while maintaining a certain emotional distance, where I no longer feel in danger of being dragged or tempted into that kind of emotional state again. The love is still there, but the fangirl days definitely seem to be over...

And is it just me, or is the artwork not particularly... er, thrilling either?