I was just sitting here thinking about your sweet kiss and your....ooohh.

I often think of my office as a cave, not in a batcave way since there aren't really any fancy gadgets, but more that it's fairly dark because the window faces a brick wall and the interior walls are dark red and I have a black leather couch. But it's a cave in a cozy, sexy, secure way. And in the winter it feels warm and hidden. And now in the summer it feels cool and hidden. Last night I spent the whole evening stretched on the couch in front of the a/c unit and read. I took a break to walk to the corner store and buy rolling papers and chocolate mini donuts. (The rolling papers were for tobacco, not other fun stuff.) Then I went to bed around 10:30.

Today I'm trying very hard to get it together to go to Evanston to copy because I have a short deadline this month, but I want to just repeat last night. I finished two books yesterday! They were short, but still. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. Plus, reading is free. I'm a bit short of cash this moment because I'm not working this week.

I feel I used to be more interesting and interested in my writing here. Maybe television really does rot your brain. Except wait, I've been mostly reading. Omg, do BOOKS rot your brain? The truth is out. More experimentation must be done.

Actually, I think books just rot my social skills.