Freon

When did my weekends start to be so boring? This weekend was not nearly as bad as last weekend, but that's only because my sister came home yesterday. If it wasn't for her I would probably be banging my head against the wall right now.

Once again, it is early on a Sunday morning. I've been up since six, and have already enjoyed my first cup of coffee and Sunday-morning bowl. I got my new slipper-socks on, and my "Aloha Orchid" candle lit. Inside my chest my heart is beating, and outside my door the wind is blowing. My space is a mess: clothes, books, drawings, captain's logs, shoes, Glenn's socks, dvds, pens, magazines, un-opened bills. I am waiting for Glenn and my sister to wake up so I can have a bagel.

I am reading a book of Russian fairy tales. They make absolutely no sense to me, but I continue to read them. That's how I feel about Russia in general though. Twenty people suffocated on a Russian nuclear submarine today. It's not as bad as the Kursk, but it still doesn't help Russia's track record ith submarine malfunctions leading to mass deaths.

I have been racking my brains for a new adventure. Something small, that I could do over a weekend. I just need to do something, seeing something, anything. I'm open to ideas.

I think they are up! I so wish we were having French toast instead of bagels.