I'm in a writing mood tonight, hesitant to do work and yet, the files are all open, reference folders splayed out. I'm just staring at the plans, coloured lines and all but my entire body aches from... something. This time, not ennui. I'm sure of it.

I'd ripped myself out of bed half an hour later than I was supposed to, groggy and in a mood, morning had snuck up on me too soon. With a harrumph, I'd put myself under a torrent of slightly cold water which got warmer the longer it went. I couldn't decide whether it was my skin getting used to the cold or the heater finally did its job, either way I was deeply disliking my unmet slumber.

I had to go to a mall for a meeting with an incredibly awesome woman who had sacrificed her Sunday for me. A nearly thirty, bright eyed, bushy-tailed upstart. Excited for the meeting, not excited to be in the bosom of capitalism. In response, I dressed down.

"If I'm going to do this, might as well pretend I'm going to the beach," I said to myself. "Really. A mall is the only safe place that's accessible and friendly for people with disabilities and yet I hate it."

- started talking about nantes, kismet and how we can work that into life
-3 goal branches in my life
- How funny is languages

Things I have learnt about me:

1. I may die of a heart attack when I get older... According to some BS research... *shrugs*

2. I don't like who I've been in any of my past romantic relationships and the thought of being involved makes me sick.