Sunday, November 14

cannot speak french but can wash dishes.

Have washed dishes and made self cup of strong sweet tea. Suddenly wonder whyever one is writing a la Bridget Jones but am too busy to pay very much attention to such trivial details. Besides, is fun. Except Bridget never says "heh" and I say it all the time.

Still feeling crummy and stupid and very boring as I cannot seem to get Icarus and Yeats quite reconciled in my head. They were fine this morning! Why on earth cannot I get them right now? Is it not yet late enough in the evening?

Have resolved to use Blogger for quick, boring updates like so. Mindsay is reserved for better and more optimistic works of ramble. *sigh*

Time to sing along with French pop songs. Did I mention I can't speak French?

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