March 2, 2010
My spirits have been low lately due to a few personal reasons. I spotted a pen on the end table this morning. Taking it as a sign, I picked up the pen and retrieved my journal from the other room, but got caught up with doing laundry and paying bills. The next thing I knew I was playing Scrabble, sitting around with a dazed look on my face while I waited for a ride to work. So far, if the month of March could be compared to a musical attribute, it'd still be on the dark end of a crescendo.