Soon as I woke, negativity encroached. Or maybe it was just a mood. And, I denied it. I’m done, like I said yesterday. Done entirely. No more mope, no more of that bloke. Forgot to mention last night in entry that I finished a poem, one I quite like. Not that I’m surprised, or maybe I am. But I finished one. Need to have one everyday, one piece poetique that I’d read. Read somewhere.
In office at winery, looking out window. Morning continues to elevate in betterment, but I feel negativity out there. I just deny it significance, or any strength or standing.