tweaking the layout, halfway there...
g'day. coffee, windowshades, the knowledge of a perfectly sparkling-sunny-crisp-clear-bluesky day outside, and lots of html to tweak, all make for a contented (if unemployed) soul.
fascinating rambling thoughts. and don't go there just for his voice. but go there.
now, finally, i am going to bed (i promise) and go to sleep, listening to mays talk.
it thrilled me with its class, its antics made me laugh out loud, and i cried for its more than close to the heart familiarity. bravo.
reminder to self: investigate this guy, chay, more later on.
i can't believe he calls this image 'chaysilly'. i know that i have a rather flattened affect as the result of my own caffeine abuse; perhaps he and i have something in common. he does drink coffee (espressoes, lattes, etc.).
<sigh> fevered dreams upon temporal brow, still-beating hearts do hope, and the soul in angst exudes its glistening sweat in the innocence of tear'd eyes. bedtime.