Tired

I'm exhausted

Fatigue is longing to be the white cat that roams around VJ, stretching out in the most absurd of places during our school hours- the cushiony seats behind the counselling room, on top of the drain, on a chair. It doesn't help when your best friend makes cat-like noises when she yawns and stretches which makes your want to scramble towards sleep and pull the covers over yourself for days on end, waiting for September to end.

Lunacy is hitting the piano keys with vengeance when the white cat is laying on top, sleeping. Eh, fellow Victorians? Poor cat.

I have decided to read the Bible cover to cover, starting from Genesis. (This is to hold myself accountable) It's just plain wrong to know David Lurie more than I know God, especially when God wants to reveal himself to me and David Lurie is a closed book, yielding little.

Mel's cinammon rolls are the best, no second best. The pinnacle will always be chocolate raspberry cake, yummy in my tummy. (: Today's picnic was pleasant. Laying supine on canvas sheets under the shady tree with the overhead news fix through an ipad (Thanks Jonk) is wayy more comfortable than it should be.

"Enjoying moments of a rented silence." -Douglas Dunn