>So Busy.
Far to busy to write anything yesterday or today.
Later.

Geometry / geography.
I would very much rather be laying in bed all day reading magazines. I wonder how many sick days I have left at work. I think I just need another vacation. It's been so busy here, that when I leave I feel like I haven't accomplished anything. It's the worst feeling! More sooner than later I just begin feeling so frustrated. I might call in sick tomorrow. I might not. I might just sleep in.
Went to the fitness club again and moved around pretty fast for a while. I'll be sore tomorrow.
Still can't think of a name for my imaginary italian greyhound. Ciao, Benno, Pino, Achilles, Atlas, Barkemedes?
I wish I had a soundcard at work. It's ridiculous that I don't have one.
Later.

>Oopsy.
I just hit the wrong button and lost the long post I just made. Uggh! I'm far too lazy to recreate it so I'll just make a list of stuff.
Orange Juice in the morning:
Skirts with tennies.
Non-No Japanese fashion magazine.
Japanese girls.
Nick Drake in the morning.
Leon dreams solutions to complicated problems in his sleep.
Poems by Richard Brautigan.

Pepsi in the morning:
Ate bad breakfast - cheese toast & pepsi.
Not being able to read Japanese.
Hair won't behave.
Broke caffine strike.
Hurty knee sometimes, hurty back all the time.
No time to be active.
I'm six months to 25!!

Later.

>BOTTLED AT THE SOURCE.
From Friday. I forgot what I did. Oh yeah, I worked out at the fitness club, that's why I'm hella sore today. Yowch.
On Saturday. No more snowy television day. Totally mesmerized by clear, moving pictures on the little box. What did you say? Then we went to Berkeley and got some money, then decided to take a hike. It was getting pretty late when we started out, but I never thought we would be so tired and the sky would be so dark when we got to the end of the trail. So we ate dinner at some crappy, overpriced place and thought, oh let's just take a cab back to our car. It took forever for the cab to get to us because he had to drive 20 minutes in from town. We got to our car, but the fair was 40 bucks and our car was locked in the ranger station parking lot. Uggh! Fully prepared to spend the night in the car, we began unloading the trunk to lay the seats down when Leon found a note on the windshield. It was from a park ranger, telling us that one of the gates was closed but not locked, and to close it behind us when we left. Hell yeah! Time to hightail it the fuck out of dodge. We had nice conversation and fun songs to sing to on the way back so I was happy and content. No doubt, I fell asleep. Probably with my mouth open.
Sunday. Spent time with Aniecia. We got some school clothes for her and she was happy. Watched some bad TV. Went to bed.
Later.