4.07pm

My room is so the coolest place in the whole world now.  I have the best bed
ever, which is ungodly comfortable, pretty pretty desk and bookshelves and
pictures and curtains.

I badly need a container in which to place dirty clothing, however, as the
corner of soiledness is a dent in my surroundings of pretty pretty.

)()()(

I am looking forward to spring with an unabating excitement.  Just the warm
sunniness of this afternoon is making me almost drool for days that I'll be able
to wear skirts and shorts and sandals and tank tops and drive with the windows
down and read books in the park and eat food on restaurant patios and go
swimswimswimming!

)()()(

I'm not sure what it is, but I have very few things I feel the need or desire to
talk about extensively for paragraphs and paragraphs.  My rock 'n' roll
lifestyle is just shortening my attention span for thought or the meaningful
variety, perhaps.  Or maybe it is just the nature of the internet has changed to
require me to change sites every ten seconds after reading ten million people's
little tidbits of bloggerrhea.  

("Logorrhea": the word with which little Nupur won the 1998 National Spelling
Bee!  See <i>Spellbound</i>, it's the besty.)

Totally lost my train of thought.  :/