Aug 31, 2006 11:42
August doesn't seem to want to end.
(I was thinking end in my mind and for some reason typed 'die')
My body itches and I'm going to shower. First thoughm, I'll go down to the post to mail out Happniess. My other part of that should be coming in later today.
The house is dirty.
The kitchen is full of dirty dishes, pots, pans, sauce, plates.
I sleep very good in my own bed, I sleep so very good in that bed that is mine.
I don't carry this bed, it carries me.
There is a lot I can talk about, a lot that is useless. A lot that is boring and in the past.
I go over a lot in details, when I write in my notebook I write a lot in details, and I stop myself before I will not be able to finish.