I am not one to skip on my blog… usually I eat and type and publish new entries at the same time. One little event that I desperately want to chronicle, because God willing, it won’t happen too often, or ever again… But I can’t, not even under pseudo-names or places, because as keen as I am on uninhibited verbal expression, some things are just… not nice.

That should be enough to jolt up memories… if ever I should want to remember.

It is a little strange to be home with no immediate plans of leaving… to actually fold and hang up my clothes in the closet. My days are pungent with a guilt-free laziness that is nearly impossible to have at Rice… Here at home, unproductiveness is to be expected. I picked up a wonderful book two days ago, and between Hollywood videos, Chinese miniseries, and shopping, I managed to read exactly one chapter. I came down stairs at 11:11 am today; that’s half of the day gone!

A spontaneous Dallas trip with my mom! I was sitting by the kitchen table writing Christmas cards when my mom suddenly said – let’s go to Dallas! We only had one destination – the Galleria! Maria, I didn’t call b/c we were there for all of three hours. But I thought of you! I wish I could move the whole block, Valley View and all, to Shreveport. I think then, my little city would be perfect.

One last note, I have stopped waking up like clockwork in the middle of the night. I still don’t know what that was all about.

It's is 12:12 pm... :)