30.4.05
Junk Food
29.4.05
Furniture
28.4.05
iTunes
27.4.05
The Lovely Junk
26.4.05
Sweet
25.4.05
Death of Stupidity
One of the more famous local writers says he dreads the Sunday morning news. They're always about young people dying on the roads, coming back from the clubs/parties/whatever, drunk, stupid, holding reins of too many horses. It's horrible, he says, things should be done to stop it.
I say, let them die. If they don't have enough brains to know they shouldn't get behind the wheel after a night of trying to poison themselves with alcohol, they deserve everything they get. It's the innocent bystanders who should be protected.
24.4.05
Cups
Life is good. Why won't I see it?
The Sense of When
23.4.05
Dream of Hope
22.4.05
They Say
21.4.05
No
No hope.
No way out.
20.4.05
Ups and Downs
19.4.05
All Alone
18.4.05
Broad...
17.4.05
Interior... Headaches
15.4.05
Technical Difficulties...
14.4.05
Sad
13.4.05
Name the Song
Weave a magic spell...
We who die in battle are born
Not for heaven, not for hell...
Nose and Aroma
Could have something to do with the fact that I drank the wine after I brushed my teeth, this blackberry thing...
12.4.05
Bed
In the other news... I'm in no mood for pears. Which is a shame, since pears are the only thing I have. I shouldn't talk about pears, it makes me want to play Darksun(s) again. I've never finished either game...
11.4.05
The Perils of Medical Literature
10.4.05
Fix!
Got cool new headphones, too.
9.4.05
If It Ain't Broken...
7.4.05
Interior Equipping
6.4.05
Interior Decoration
5.4.05
Repetitio Mater Studiorum Est
4.4.05
Name the Song
On wings of sorrow we face eternity...
3.4.05
Flying Dreams
The exact details escaped me, but the dream was of a mid-19th century war between the French and the Americans, over a place called Palestine, somewhere in North America. I was a French cavalry officer (I don't remember having a horse, though), and I flew (literally, though the air and above the treetops) around laughing at the silly Americans who chased me and my squad all over the place, but, being bound to the ground as they were, couldn't catch us.
I obviously haven't grown up enough to stop having flying dreams. I hope I never do.




