I’m not sure why – but there’s this nameless/indescribable feeling slash sense of forboding sitting right there. They feel like butterflies, but I can only think of heavy big things, and cumbersome things, like cows in the tummy and/or a herd of sheep or something.
That said, I am feeling the urge to do something different today. My mind seems to be working a little more slowly – a result from a weekend of debauchery and mindless dvd-watching. Mom also discovered the art of boiling soup using charcoal and there’s been the smell of (black) charcoal sticking on my skin and hanging on my walls!!
It was a novelty to begin with – but 3 days later (and counting) mom’s still trying to master the art of starting the fire harhar and so I feel/smell/taste like a smoker.
I wish for a lot of things. I also wish for Grey’s Anatomy Season Four, please.
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