I write these poems

and then I leave them around my room, forgetting about them for ages until they pop up while I'm looking for something else to waylay me.
It's frustrating. But also interesting, because I think that the poems a person writes are a decidedly clear reflection of who the person is - and it's interesting to see how I have (or haven't) changed. The frustrating bit is that it seems as though as soon as I make a decision about myself, I come across one of these poems that sort of awakes this dormant part of me that I've been trying to bury.

Damn it all, I still want to go into space.

Cruising

So, back from the celebratory cruise to mexico! It was ok - not exactly what I was expecting, but certainly fun. Each day felt like an age, and so even though the whole thing was a mere 4 days, it was long enough. We stopped in Key West and Cozumel. I definitely had the most fun in Cozumel looking at the ancient Mayan ruins and driving around the island (we rented a jeep to drive around). I could write details of the entire trip, but I kept a paper journal, so that will suffice for me.

Now, I'm catching up on all of the Stargate episodes that I missed while away, since my dad is nearing the end of season 9 and I want us to watch the conclusion at the same time. I've watched so many episodes today that, even though I haven't caught up yet, I don't think that I'll be watching as many tomorrow. My dreams will most certainly be crazy tonight though, of that I am certain. Maybe I'll start breaking up the cement ponds...