Back...right. Again. I am on a temp computer. A nice screen really. Don't dig Vista too much though. Same old thing. They fixed a lot of things. Expediated others. But added or kept or extended some very annoying features and ah what can you do. Don't know how long I'll be on this. Doing this. And the damn French audio cds are fucked. Be sure to ask teacher tomorrow, yap.
The writing skills have become emaciated like an unused muscle. Blast, and curses.
I woke up this morning and became sick and went back to bed and rolled over and wished it all away and slept and oh I wish I could do this every morning for the rest of my life. I don't mind the stomach rumblings. As long as it's not terminal.
And tomorrow will be a long day. Like all Mondays and Wednesdays. With the commute to work and the late drives back and the endless contemplation; the twisting black death warning coming from the sky and the luminous white lines on the freeway pulling themselves towards you...and the lapses of thought and the fleeting feelings of unreality and all the things like that. In the night.
I want to roll over and go back to sleep.
