And I swear that I don't have a gun...
Jul. 11th, 2002 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenYuk. Have spent entire morning so far playing with layout. Not that I've really made anything that great out of it, but it's different.
And apart from that, nothing. The painters are here, making nuisances of themselves as per usual. And I think I'm bored.
I would like to go out, but it's too hot and depressing. The road is totally empty. I might even go to the library and get some books, but I don't know if I can be bothered to go so far. I'd probably melt on the way.
And I'm tired too. And that's not fair, because today is the first day in six weeks in which I've been able to sleep as long as I want. Too much of not enough, and now one day of too much just being too much. Sleep, that is.
And no-one's online either, out of fifty-eight contacts.
I ought to write something now I have the time but I don't feel like doing that either.
This is just not fair.
I might watch Frozen later. At least, I would have done if it was cold and wet and windy. But it's not. It's what is usally referred to as a "beautiful day" and I hate those. They always make me feel everyone is outside having a much better day than me.
This entry hasn't actually said anything so far.
I sound like the people I hate. And I haven't said anything so far today, but no doubt my voice still sounds like Darth Vader.
And apart from that, nothing. The painters are here, making nuisances of themselves as per usual. And I think I'm bored.
I would like to go out, but it's too hot and depressing. The road is totally empty. I might even go to the library and get some books, but I don't know if I can be bothered to go so far. I'd probably melt on the way.
And I'm tired too. And that's not fair, because today is the first day in six weeks in which I've been able to sleep as long as I want. Too much of not enough, and now one day of too much just being too much. Sleep, that is.
And no-one's online either, out of fifty-eight contacts.
I ought to write something now I have the time but I don't feel like doing that either.
This is just not fair.
I might watch Frozen later. At least, I would have done if it was cold and wet and windy. But it's not. It's what is usally referred to as a "beautiful day" and I hate those. They always make me feel everyone is outside having a much better day than me.
This entry hasn't actually said anything so far.
I sound like the people I hate. And I haven't said anything so far today, but no doubt my voice still sounds like Darth Vader.
