Back at work after spending most of the week sick in bed. Not especially happy to be here.
The weekend’s plans got scaled back considerably due to my illness. I did make it to the Mother Earth Harvest Festival at Spoutwood, but only for an hour or so on Sunday.
Last night we saw Corpse Bride with shadowandlight and predestinedsoul. I liked it. It didn’t have the same manic energy as Nightmare Before Christmas, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It felt too short – all set-up and then a brief resolution. But it was pretty, and that’s all that I asked of it.
Sadly, by the time I arrived at the theatre I had slipped into a melencholy tinged with wanderlust, and the movie did nothing to abate it. It’s still lurking in the back of my mind. I feel too tied-down, too static and trapped. I’m 25, and anything should still be possible; but it’s not. I feel each interlocking puzzle-piece of my life holding the others in place, keeping any from being exchanged.