... uncalmed winds.
I just consumed my copy of Song of Susannah. It was amazing, but convoluted and strange in parts. Two of the protagonists actually meet the author at one point (which I think is an awkward position for a story to be in). Anyways, I'd say more, but I'm still mulling over the story.
I'm stuck thinking about a lot of things in life lately, but unfortunately my equipment for such work appears to be on the blink, so what I'm really doing is sitting around all slack-jawed and dopey-eyed (well, not exactly, but I feel like it sometimes). Classes start Thursday. I'm certain this will hit me like a storm, and yet I haven't given it much thought at all. Similarly, after the classtalt has passed, I face the inevitable post-college blues...meaning that I'll havta find a place to live and work real quick-like, because a degree is Psychology isn't much of a money-maker and I was too foolish to get on the ball for graduate work this year. At least I'll be educated enough to say "Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?" To further complicate the issue, I have to worry about conjuring transportation. I'm lamenting my hatred of engineering, or I would certainly have devised a personal rocket-pack by now.
I'm stuck thinking about a lot of things in life lately, but unfortunately my equipment for such work appears to be on the blink, so what I'm really doing is sitting around all slack-jawed and dopey-eyed (well, not exactly, but I feel like it sometimes). Classes start Thursday. I'm certain this will hit me like a storm, and yet I haven't given it much thought at all. Similarly, after the classtalt has passed, I face the inevitable post-college blues...meaning that I'll havta find a place to live and work real quick-like, because a degree is Psychology isn't much of a money-maker and I was too foolish to get on the ball for graduate work this year. At least I'll be educated enough to say "Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?" To further complicate the issue, I have to worry about conjuring transportation. I'm lamenting my hatred of engineering, or I would certainly have devised a personal rocket-pack by now.