Thursday, August 31, 2006
I think I like the look but have reservations. The slight breezes in the air feel like gales of cold air on my face and scalp and my head sticks to my pillow like velcro.
We'll see if I get used to it.
This is the place where I'll put down the strange and random thoughts that creep into my head now and again.
Quiet when I should be talkative and talkative when I should be quiet.