Ha! Methods (again, and again and again…). My life is starting to get pretty boring… I think I’ll jump off the bridge or something. At least THAT would be doing something new (though I seriously doubt if there’s anything much to do after).
I was deprived of seeing Sylvia. My mom went into my room earlier and saw that my room has once again turned into a jungle (not a pigsty. That would be too much of an understatement. Nobody ever gets lost in a pigsty.). So I turned to the computer downstairs (she’s much older, but she has no name yet). And now, I am being reminded why I hate using her so much.
It’s the mouse. By the size of it, more like a rat. Or a new-born kitten. And probably the same weight, too. Although it already has this scroll-thingy, it’s as heavy as Titanic (and, again, as big as it, too), and you have to constantly clean the insides to make sure the dirt does not hinder any mouse movement (something like our intestines, huh?). So agenda for this weekend? Either make the kitten of a mouse eat some fibrous food, or buy a new optical mouse (damn! Why didn’t I think of that before?!?!?!).
My respiratory system has gone haywire. Again. It’s the hot weather, I guess. It’s producing more dust for me to enjoy. Add school work to it, and it’s the best slow-suicide cocktail ever!
Better start taking in some of that cocktail now. Adios!
My room (before it became a jungle)
Sylvia, my love…
