Thursday, May 15, 2008

Edgy. I'm doing that thing where you think of words (word association?), and everyone dies of boredom.

Clean. The house is pleasant, Thursdays the house becomes clean, and for a few hours I feel a tiny bit house proud.
Crap. Telly.
Full. My tummy, with takeaways from Kilim over the road from the shop.
Yummy. My dinner was.
Radiation. How much sitting with a laptop on ones knees can ones body handle?
Long. Days at the shop when it gets dark so early.
Yawn. I'm going to sneak into my bed shortly.

1 comment:

miss_seph said...

Wow that reads so poetic and arty! :D