It's Friday and I am smelly.
Well, I think it's me. It was really that this lady came into the cafe and smelled so heavily of perfume that she left a distinct residue for a while after she left. It was then that I realized the extent of my less-then-freshness. oh well. as aforementioned, it's friday.
I am soon to be wrapping up my internet session and to truck it homeward. Mom is coming tomorrow and we will be making curtains. I am excited. I am pleased. I know I will become more and more excited as I get to do things like see the fabric again. It looses something for being out of sight, though that is soon to be a thing of the past. brightly swathed walls, well, windows in magenta, blue and gold.
I've noticed lately the atrocious spelling and punctuation errors in the metro. Awfult hings on a regular basis. It's like they have reverted to the red pencil method and skip the editing step of repair and instead put in every word that was a possibility. Often they miss commas when making a list (ie- "magenta, blue and gold" would be missing its comma in Metro-world. I know it's a daily and highly appreciated by commuters in magor cities worldwide for its concise and complete delivery of all the major details of major news stories so that you feel informed in less time. but I also know that being so widely distributed should give them a deeper feeling of responsibility to edit thoroughly.
i might go out tonight. i might stay in. if i go out i meet aditi and friends. if i stay in i might reorganize my closets. both appeal to me greatly, strangely enough. though i could certainly organize on sunday. in any case i need to do some more cleaning. i tried to get more straightened up last night. i seem to make a right wind-tunnel out of my house and a week's worth of days will yeild hurricane-effected rooms. I don't know what I am doing really. Other that having loose ends all ove the place that lend me to piles (no having my bill and utility binder in order means piles of paperwork waiting for the day i get a holepuncher, etc.) I might splurge on the holepuncher on my way home. or maybe at the bookstore. yeah.
what else. . . Peter is away again. I thkn he has been away for at least half of my time there thus far. he says that soon he will back in full time. I expect some harsh adjustments when he is there everyday, all day. you know, no more lunchtime naps (i eat quickly then take the rest in winks, or tv,) having to work at his pace or order instead of my own. When I am having trouble I like to shift gears. Focusing hard on something rarely makes it improve for me. With him there though. . . Who knows? I am not too concerned.
I would like to go home and shower. and perhaps get a holepuncher.
and think of curtains.
mmm.
I am soon to be wrapping up my internet session and to truck it homeward. Mom is coming tomorrow and we will be making curtains. I am excited. I am pleased. I know I will become more and more excited as I get to do things like see the fabric again. It looses something for being out of sight, though that is soon to be a thing of the past. brightly swathed walls, well, windows in magenta, blue and gold.
I've noticed lately the atrocious spelling and punctuation errors in the metro. Awfult hings on a regular basis. It's like they have reverted to the red pencil method and skip the editing step of repair and instead put in every word that was a possibility. Often they miss commas when making a list (ie- "magenta, blue and gold" would be missing its comma in Metro-world. I know it's a daily and highly appreciated by commuters in magor cities worldwide for its concise and complete delivery of all the major details of major news stories so that you feel informed in less time. but I also know that being so widely distributed should give them a deeper feeling of responsibility to edit thoroughly.
i might go out tonight. i might stay in. if i go out i meet aditi and friends. if i stay in i might reorganize my closets. both appeal to me greatly, strangely enough. though i could certainly organize on sunday. in any case i need to do some more cleaning. i tried to get more straightened up last night. i seem to make a right wind-tunnel out of my house and a week's worth of days will yeild hurricane-effected rooms. I don't know what I am doing really. Other that having loose ends all ove the place that lend me to piles (no having my bill and utility binder in order means piles of paperwork waiting for the day i get a holepuncher, etc.) I might splurge on the holepuncher on my way home. or maybe at the bookstore. yeah.
what else. . . Peter is away again. I thkn he has been away for at least half of my time there thus far. he says that soon he will back in full time. I expect some harsh adjustments when he is there everyday, all day. you know, no more lunchtime naps (i eat quickly then take the rest in winks, or tv,) having to work at his pace or order instead of my own. When I am having trouble I like to shift gears. Focusing hard on something rarely makes it improve for me. With him there though. . . Who knows? I am not too concerned.
I would like to go home and shower. and perhaps get a holepuncher.
and think of curtains.
mmm.