bubbled ourselves in the car and powernapped because i was exhausted to the point of being in a druggie-like stupor. because you are mister choy, the very charming one, i'm infused with and intoxicated by your very beautiful loving. you hold my hands very well. you cut the vegetables up pretty well, a very good boyfriend bonus.

daily sleepy stares at fellow mrt-ers are not very exciting. i will try starting on m. atwood's the blind assasin the coming week. how delighful to have an older sister who reads plenty, who buy her younger siblings books on random days. at twelve i got roots (first epic kind of). at thirteen i got the hobbit (totally.) and then when she went through a m. atwood and r. carver phase i read along too. so hence, a. roy, s. plath, t. hardy and all else in between. so i'd like to think now i'm feeding my baby sister superhui with my music. ha. it's a good thing to have a variety of sisters - a different one for a different day and a different beat. and one brother, for a balancing effect. some musique to celebrate?