Three Cheers for Misery!

I am an avidly (sometimes rabidly?) anti-spring, but I have been enjoying the weather. Spring means pollen, which means ceaseless sinus problems. Despite this I have been spending a lot of time outside and haven't felt the effects yet; great weather for reading out. Maybe there is hope for me yet.

I encourage all to read outside at least once a week. It vitalizes mind and body.

Photocopied.

I fell in love with an idea, but that idea was fake. So I went to the idea, just to make sure, but it wasn't there. All I found was an impostor claiming to be the idea, but I knew the truth. The idea never existed. I created the idea and the idea left me with time and distance.

I remember acoustic guitars and bells, I remember the cathedral.

Warm summer days and cloud watching descend into a dark and fearful madness despite my protests, and I cannot pull her out. She wants to stay. Shallow shells hide inner frailty and superficial paths mislead.

The Beach is Overrated.

My spring break begins tomorrow. Actually, one could say that it began at 10:30 am on Friday, but let's not get technical.
I have big plans; big for me at least.

Tomorrow (Monday) I go to Auburn to visit a great friend of mine. I haven't seen her in quite a while, and have never been to Auburn, so I think it's about time to go. I'm not sure what we will do, but it will most likely involve coffee, books, and cynical expressions like, "...but what's the point anyway?" I love talking to her.

Tuesday is an open day. Subject to change without notice at any time according to my own discretion.

Wednesday will be interesting. I will have a cabin-ish house at my disposal until Thursday. C.fox is the guest of honour. I am visualizing outdoor grilling, cards, music, and arthouse films. Subject to change.

Thursday is also open, depending on the events of Tuesday. Possibly a free day, possibly obligatory family time.

Friday will be hard for me because I forgot to ask off from work. I will go from a week of freedom and enjoyment to a night of work and misery.

Saturday... More work, then Legacy yard party. Should be enjoyable.

Sunday... take a guess. Work. Back to the house. Preparing for the coming week. Back to groundhog week.

Why am I itemizing my week? I have no idea.
In other news, there is no news. Good night and good luck.