joyce

things i hate about winter: the moments between when you get out of your nice, warm bed, and when you manage to get clothes on and warm back up.

it was mighty cold this morning.

today: work, class, home, cook dinner, inventory groceries, make grocery list, sew, clean room, fall over. whee.

class was. we talked about a couple more founders of sociology. one girl asked from what theoretical perspective a rock star is most likely to commit suicide. the professor was doing a fine Elmer Fudd imitation. supper ended up being stroganoff instead, as Jill mentioned it and all of a sudden it sounded damned good.

i have stuff i should get done, but i'm dead tired. collaspe is in the future, i think.