Carrie is still up at Jessie's, apparently trying to get herself adopted to that family or something. Mike has vanished. Steph is at her dad's, and I'm bored. All in all, I guess, wonderful day.
It's cold out. I have my jacket draped around me, and I'm still somewhat cold. Maybe we have drafts in this house now.
My fan has been blowing warm air lately. Maybe it's trying to keep me safe and warm for some reason. I feel like I might be coming down with something now. Bummer. *sigh*
In the meantime, I continue to write, to read, to work on this industrial-sized soda which continues to stare at me.
Such is life, I guess. At least, for me.
'K, getting out of that poetic moment...where did that come from, anyway? God, must be the caffeine or something.
Well, I'm gonna be on my merry way, or something. Project Sapphire, signing off, 11:52 p.m., 02-09-02. Niters, all...sleep well and have dreams. Laters, all!