So far it looks as though today holds nothing for me. I'm just waiting. Always waiting for something to happen or reveal itself to me. Hmm. Last night I was feeling creative. I felt like writing personal letters, making colorful collages, reading poetry. I didn't end up doing any of that except for one personal message that didn't amount to what I'd hoped it would. Oh well. I want to stretch out this day and lay it out in front of me like some sort of three dimensional extended time line and fill every open slot with a new thought, expression, feeling, or thrill. It's almost noon. My time is running out.