There are worse things to end a comment on than yourself. Heh, go ahead, I say.
And the clock was off because I didn't know the server this is on is actually out here, so I don't _need_ to adjust the hours. Should be fixed now.
(they should fix it so the time it prints is related to the person's own timezone, but, C'est la vie)
::sigh:: It's morning. I overslept. It's hazy out, so I know it's going to be humid today. And I have little to look forward to in the way of getting something done. And now I'm being told by one of my RP partners that she might be severely late coming home.
It's one of those 'hazy' days, when this air just hangs over you, still, unmoving. You words, perhaps your very thoughts seem to hang suspended with nowhere to go. Days where solitude can be a joy, if you're strong enough not to let it oppress you.
Maybe, if my feng shui wasn't so bad, I'd have my room (and self) smudged.
...and on a random, closing note, if I could afford it, I'd see about becoming an herbologist.
