Monday, January 31, 2005
Blackhole day
My day was sucked into a gaping blackhole, and spit out 12 hours later. Don't like it when I have nothing to do.
As I dream of mines and smiley faces, the colored numbers rolling out a psychedelic esctacy. Hold on. It wasn't ecstasy. More like having the brain on a spin cycle.
I yearn for work. That's wrong. But it is also wrong to remain unproductive.
Minesweeper is absolutely addictive. Though repetition soon gets the better of you.
Bleah. The day is ending soon, and tomorrow might be a busy day.
There's a little storm brewing now. Cool. The smell of adventure makes my blood boil.
I'm saved.
Gavin
pondered @ 16:03
