My roommate celebrated part of her birthday by coloring some easter eggs. Aren't they nice? Easter is such a strange holiday for those who don't celebrate it. So is the Charlie Brown Easter special. So's your face. OhhhhHHH!
In the past couple of days, I've committed a couple faux pas. Among other things, I've sent an email to a deceased person, I've dried my hands on some woman's shawl thinking it was a towel (it was so fluffy and soft!!!!!!) and I set a firewire cable for my digital camera on fire. Well, let me just tell you... I'm on a roll.
All my efforts to focus, gather myself together, to emerge new and admirably yet unirritatingly productive and sparkling and hello wonderland and adios kansas continue to be foiled by me time and time again. Must I ask that big hopeless question: Is Change Possible?
My mother tells me that to be happy I should Look Happy! I'm splashing back to my muddy waters. Well so just wring me out and hang me up to dry. I'm less use than quilted paper towels.