Mar 27, 2006 23:01
Dear journal,
I must conform this wretched identification [O, WHAT HAVE I BECOME!] to an updated standard of holy/unholy/platonic/desirous achievement. Staying up until early hours of the morning and knitting away at scarves and sweaters [almost completely in the proverbial sense] has very much proven to be a failure, and I am most assured that the continuation of this practice will insure me a premature burial-- or or OR a well-observed course of decomposition under the hot Tennessee sun, if I'm lucky. But I've time for living and I've time for learning; chimpanzees will still communicate tomorrow. With a sigh, my opportune time escapes me.
total bummer!
Charlot