Today is a great day. I'm studying in Asquith. And my arms are sore from the gym, which I like because it reminds me of when I used to move bricks with dad as a kid. The chicken is sitting just outside the door, seemingly waiting for something to happen. Or maybe she just wants to come in and poo again like she did before. The sun is out and so bright and toasty. The good thing about this Asquith house is that so much of the sun is allowed to come inside because there are so many welcoming windows.
I've just had some delicious muesli of mum's. And to top it all off, there is sour dough bread in the toaster waiting patiently for me.
Don’t be too patient. It might go cold.
I can just imagine it all. I have thought it myself perhaps just once or twice before.
A nice addition to the mix is often a bit of John Mayer. That runway from the kitchen to hallway provides such a good dancing space, quite unique, one I haven’t found anywhere else. Do a no arms dance for me, would you?
jem / 10:34am / 9 November 2005
It’s OK. The toast wasn’t cooked yet. I was waying for a bit so it could defrost.
I’ll be sure to do a no arms dance too. And eat more bread just like you said. Or implied at least. Well, I could tell you were thinking it when you commented.
Ryan / 6:45pm / 9 November 2005