the day i've spent and the essay i wrote.

"These are the days I love. They are they days when you realize it’s not a worker’s world in all means, but it belongs to a poet. For a worker can’t see today as productive in any manner. They would laugh at the notion of spending a day beneath the trees or watching the skies change. To a poet however, these days are the
pinnacle of life. And each day, like today, I want to spend floating in the
world, bumping around, bumbling and slow, like a firefly in a summer night, and
taking in its worth for as long as I can retain it. These are the days that
describe me."

I wrote this essay for Radford today. I'll probably use it for more college things. I also did alot more then this. I saw Amy, we went to the the bagel shop and for a noisy car ride with seat warmers. It was really good. Bagel Shop has great coffee. Vanillia-y or something. I saw an old friend, then he left. But it was going to happen. Yet I can't complain. Its a day in and a day spent well. With my mind somewhat clear and feeling nearly refreshed I'm ready to sleep. Going to sleep knowing I did it all today. All I've wanted to do in a while. And I'm content. Happy even.