Starting the weekend with a little upkeep, then a trip into town. Not a lot going on, and now I need to decide what to do with my night.
Much-needed mirth [Le Sueur]
In a small room, above a bar, a man tells his story. The audience, as he wishes, laughs.
Change, this way comes [Le Sueur]
Thoughts, unbidden, arise. Driven by circumstance, I ask: who are we, and were are we going?
I am geek [Le Sueur]
In the dark of the night, the hab lights glow. I focus, bringing my full attention to bear. I am geek.
Ebb and flow [Le Sueur]
A silent need, unspoken even to myself, fills my thoughts as I drift to sleep.
And the sand rushes ever on [Le Sueur]
It was just a day. It happened. But that’s okay.
On winding paths we tread [Le Sueur]
Deceived by the passage of time, we sometimes think that life is a straight road between past and future. It is not. Nor should it be.
Routine Synchronisation: Fail [Le Sueur]
Not every day goes according to the idealistic plans of the night before. Sometimes, life goes awry. Sometimes, willpower just fails.
Cut and slice [Le Sueur]
Time out, spent enjoying a hobby. Time spent, simply to create something.
On track [Le Sueur]
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
