The only problem; wherever I tried to sit I could not be comfortable because a ray of sun light, filtering somehow through a tiny crevasse somewhere, always followed me, and felt as though it was burning me.
Now I'm awake.
Awaked at 1pm by the buzzing of my pager--my sister telling me that she and my parents are back from their miniature vacation to Julian. I'll prolly go over there later . . .
just a reminder, Setsuled, you need to write two essays for class on Sunday. Perhaps you ought to get working on them?
Did you hear something? I sure didn't. Anyway, I'm off to the shower . . .