three cute TT things as of late:

spontaneous cleaning, especially when i am cooking - whee!
when watching the othelloballet last evening he made stick bug comments. *grin*
...and lastly, he has been home for almost a month, and whileso has walked me both to the bartstation in the morning, and back home in the evening. this is not some bizarre ownership or protective streak, you understand, he just wants to spend the time with me and knows how much i enjoy the walk...*blush*

fascinating times on the bart, always. this week it was the blind man reading - a machine resembling a small midi keyboard but with little braille nubs poking up through the keys. he would read one line, then hit some sort of return button, and a new pattern of nubs would pop up. happy happy young blind man with a shocking and wild crop of dark hair twisting above his severely burnt face. after freyja's amazing eye, blindness is no longer frightening to me, although one of his eyes was totally sunken in with scaring. happy smiling man - i smiled with him as we sat together and rocked through the bay tunnel.

in my head, the songs adn the constant singing - this morning's topic was the krispykreamy hip hop extravaganza (formulated directly from wednesday being donut day here at thenetwork.)

i was iggled out.

creme not a dream
a night-ah mare
everybody over here
everybody over there
raise your hands 'an
shout-ah yeah
yuk yuk yuk yuk
yuk yuk yuk yuk

i dislike donuts.

in any case, it is good here. i write sad because i write when i am thinking. (thinking = sad) this is not to be helped. if there are stretches in which i do not write, please assume they are filled with joy...and bliss.