Talking About Little To Talk About
Apr. 3rd, 2005 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frustratedpilotHey.
I'm nearly over this virus but it's still giving me the occasional crud. Maybe tomorrow it'll vacate the premises.
As I'm not Roman Catholic I won't mention much about the death of the Pope. With so many others talking about it I don't feel the need.
I haven't been listening to the radio. Somehow I don't feel attracted. Somehow I doubt I'd be satisfied with what I'd hear. Sometimes I wonder if there is even a station here worth listening to in this market.
My brother and father are watching the NCAA Basketball Finals. I don't care for basketball much. In fact, one of my pet projects is a dark comedy called "Junior SUCKS!" about a young man who his local-legend father is grooming for superstar status in the sport--and the kid hates it so much he's planning revenge.
The weather is cold and dreary. Not back to winter, but unpleasant for April. Maybe it really is the Cruelest Month.
I have two assignments to do and I don't feel like working on either of them. It has nothing to do with the global mood; it is entirely my own mood and my own lack of confidence in my current level of fitness. Nothing I can do about that but hope for a better tomorrow.
And so I shall. Remember your clocks.
FP
I'm nearly over this virus but it's still giving me the occasional crud. Maybe tomorrow it'll vacate the premises.
As I'm not Roman Catholic I won't mention much about the death of the Pope. With so many others talking about it I don't feel the need.
I haven't been listening to the radio. Somehow I don't feel attracted. Somehow I doubt I'd be satisfied with what I'd hear. Sometimes I wonder if there is even a station here worth listening to in this market.
My brother and father are watching the NCAA Basketball Finals. I don't care for basketball much. In fact, one of my pet projects is a dark comedy called "Junior SUCKS!" about a young man who his local-legend father is grooming for superstar status in the sport--and the kid hates it so much he's planning revenge.
The weather is cold and dreary. Not back to winter, but unpleasant for April. Maybe it really is the Cruelest Month.
I have two assignments to do and I don't feel like working on either of them. It has nothing to do with the global mood; it is entirely my own mood and my own lack of confidence in my current level of fitness. Nothing I can do about that but hope for a better tomorrow.
And so I shall. Remember your clocks.
FP
