sunday mornings

i'm staring at my picasso don quixote poster that i haven't hung up on my wall yet. and it seems so.... hopeful. but then again, i don't really know if 'hopeful' is quite the right word. i think i'm still on that serene high from last night.. from last night's calm adventures of exploring the lit-up monuments at midnight. really now, this place is still sooooo incredibly new to me -- i'm not yet jaded about my surroundings, and when i remember to look up during my little lunch-hour excursions, i still gaze upward at the awesomeness of the architecture and history. so that's good, right? i think it's good. there was something amazing and soothing and comfortable about last night... sitting in the breeze, awash in the grandeur of the Mall. neato, i say. and then, coldplay loud on the radio driving back home. not too shabby, indeed.

turtle-dude-dudette, my little friend who's keeping me company during this interesting summer, is swimming furiously from one end of the tank to the other, kicking up some serious poop. i need to clean his tank. sundays are always for errands -- those "to-do" lists that i avoided on saturday and wrote up on thursday nights. but i'm determined to still have fun today.. 'cause really, after sunday, it's monday again. and for some reason or another, i'm just not hopeful on mondays. quiet sunday mornings are sweet.. not hurried, not worried, just quiet and lonesome, in a good way. i love my laptop -- what an ingenious invention, to be able to surf and type and read while still curled up in bed. under the summer covers. thanks willie... haha, yes, it's another whim-ish purchase that i owe to you. :) this reminds me, though, that i need to go buy some new underwear.

okay, off to my sunday excursions.

oh, and welcome. we'll see how this goes. typing's easier than writing nowadays anyway. but which one's more therapeutic?