It's like eating in the private kitchen of a delightful Italian stereotype.

[nympholept]

MMMmmmm lunch.

I miss enjoying food.
The whole cheese thing, y'know?

Everything is too fleeting, always something to do next.
Busy with a whole lot of nothing, and yet no time spent unwinding anymore.

Time to go out for ice-cream!
Anyone want anything?

edit: god-dammit, i almost made it to sundown without realising that it was sunday.
and there is progress getting my dead harddrive fixed!
I'm trying not to get to hyped about it, because i have a feeling that it is doomed to fail.
I still haven't actually backed up any of my stuff since i said i would, so i'm really asking for it.