The New Byzantium

I'm hunkered down tonight with my self-bought pink roses atop my coffee table, an incense stick burning called "Provence," (does Provence really smell like this?),and a PBS special about Catherine the Great. (She was something, that Catherine. And the actress playing her looks just like Alanis Morissette, and that pleases me.) A combination of all of these three makes me feel so ambitious.

I'm less inclined to blog lately; I think I'm going to take up my leather journal again. There's something about the blank pages, moreso than the blank screen, that knows just how to extract the truth. The truth that I didn't even know.