Am home from work, and promise not to bitch on about it. Actually, it was a fairly slow, schleppy sort of day. I am reading avidly; re-reading and re-re-reading each book even as I finish it. It's useless behaviour, very unproductive of me. I'm not very coherent right now. Excuse me ( Read more... )

I am fighting the mouse of my brother's pc every moment as I try to complete the little odd-jobs I've been pushing to one side for the past week or so. One of those happens to be this; writing into my journal to tell you all what I have been doing. Strange, isn't it? To think that writing in my journal now classifies as an "odd job". I wish there ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here in the sweltering heat wishing the afternoon rainstorm would make a comeback already.
I am missing Chicago, wind & snow & the beautiful suburban views from outside the windows of my cousin's apartment... I have a photo for you that I need to scan up: give me a few hours or so I suppose.
( Here it is )

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