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I've decided.
Next year, I'm going to be happy. Sunny places and sunny people.
Yey!

Three things made me exceedingly happy today.
1) The concept of the pump
2) The fact that the internet exists
3) The quick response to the answer to the following question:
A monk starts at 6AM at the bottom of the mountain and climbing at a random page and resting randomly, he reaches the summit at 6PM. The following morning, he starts descent, along the same path, at 6AM and reaches the base at 6PM. Prove that there was a time on both days, when he was at the exact same spot on the mountain, regardless of how fast or slow he walked. Prove that it is inevitable.

A fool and his money are soon parted.

I've slipped into an addictive sort of lifestyle that's terribly unhealthy. The worst part, like all addictions; I'm enjoying it.
I want to crochet, watch house, study French, learn that French song, sort out production and marketing for Boho Chic- an interesting project for me, read- fiction and non.
Why is this unhealthy? An 81/2 hour work day (not counting traveling), six days a week, doesn't give me enough time to do it all. Sleep compromise, naturally follows. If sleep is compromised, I don't wake up to exercise, no exercise, no sun, I don't meet people. I'm tired all the time and my body hurts, my bones are stiff.

I told my father today, I was going to die an early death.

He called me a hypochondriac.

Take your socks off

I've caught myself wondering if life is like a series of Sylvia Plath moments. Not happy. Neither unhappy. A perfect shade of dissatisfied. Things are about 99% right. That 1% like a grain of sand in your sock.


Category: Where have the unicorns gone?

Being absolutely right about something, doesn't mean a thing if you put it across wrong.

Category 1: The path of least resistance
Category 2: The smartest path of all

Summer is surely upon us.

Category: Bleh