:: Saturday, August 07, 2004 ::

Time simultaneously sprints and crawls. I'm dying to move and itching to stay. I want my own space and my family. I want to be an adult and curl up like a child by my parents' sides. I'm sick, sore throat, stuffy head, my one summer cold lining up perfectly with the one summer rainstorm. Now the clouds are clearing but my head is not and my weekend seems over before it's begun. Three more weeks of work...

Bah.

~song~ Frou Frou - Flicks

:: Katy 8:28 a.m. [+] :: ::