April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)
The Waste Land (1922)
So finally it is spring and people are nicer and say things like "have a nice day" as they trot out of the library and into the sunshine. i feel better about working in this place now... being here everyday. sometimes it takes it's toll. But... now that Grad school is all planned and done, I feel better about my future and the growing possibilities. Sometimes it takes awhile to get settled into life and make some decisions that actually make sense... Like a sane loving relationship, and a career with a future and active creative outlets on the side, (thank god this job allows for that), and friends that are truly worth knowing. things are good.