Feb 04, 2005 10:28
I don't know how I do it, but I really do think I'm the only person on LJ that can regularly inspire intelligent conversation in their journal.
I keep meaning to go see the Mark Ryden exhibit at the Frye before it leaves feb. 13 (bloody hell, the frye is less than 2 blooks from my apt). Yet I remain a slacker.
Everything this week has been absolutely aggravating. Not infuriating, just sort of a simmering wrathful annoyance at the world. And people. And technology. and information. and people. and time and money and and
I still don't have a computer chair. A computer, a computer desk, but no chair. -5 points for me.
I'm not really this pissy all the time.
My violin instructor has recently started hormone treatments to become a she.
A bronzy bust of Caeser in the library is looking pissed at the scenery before him.
Perhaps someday I'll take a writing class so I'll learn how to organize my thoughts in writing instead of BLAH BLAH STEPHS THOUGHTS WRITTEN AS SHE THINKS THEM
Its raining.
That is all.