The very bottom where all things go to die.
Since the last entry (as I begin all entries).
Wake up to this.
Or this.
Sit outside reading.
(Although right now I am about half way through with this one.)
Growing increasingly tired of looking at this.
And other than that fun and excitement, I've been mostly staying inside, or around the house, and being even less social than usual. Like today, which I requested off to attend Foo Fest, but instead I sat in the garden across the street and read This Common Ground, and met a three-legged daddy long legs (and then he disappeared, but he reappeared and we talked more). And tonight, a going away party for two friends, that I skipped out on to watch My So-Called Life with the cat. And now I am going to bed.
Going to New York on Tuesday to go to Continuum Cycles and build a new beast.
And then back to nothing, nothing, nothing.
Wake up to this.
Or this.
Sit outside reading.
(Although right now I am about half way through with this one.)
Growing increasingly tired of looking at this.
And other than that fun and excitement, I've been mostly staying inside, or around the house, and being even less social than usual. Like today, which I requested off to attend Foo Fest, but instead I sat in the garden across the street and read This Common Ground, and met a three-legged daddy long legs (and then he disappeared, but he reappeared and we talked more). And tonight, a going away party for two friends, that I skipped out on to watch My So-Called Life with the cat. And now I am going to bed.
Going to New York on Tuesday to go to Continuum Cycles and build a new beast.
And then back to nothing, nothing, nothing.