Can anyone explain this, please?

Anyone? Please?


In other news, two books I ordered from Amazon arrived.

In this giant box.

Books in box

I just started reading Slave: My True Story by Mende Nazer. About a little African girl who watched her village get burned and then got sold into slavery.

It’s so gripping and heart-wrenching that I stayed up reading till 5 am. And I want to forsake all my duties today and continue reading it.

But of course I won’t because I’m a very responsible person. (In case my bosses/sponsors/clients/potential benefactors are reading.)

In yet other news, someone in Plurk said something like, “Yay! It’s Wednesday already!”

My unspoken response is “Dammit, it’s Wednesday already. =(”


I do not like the passing of time. Unless I’m trapped in a dentist chair or something equally horrible, in which case, time is welcome to go as fast as it fancies, the faster the better.

Otherwise, I want a minute to be an hour. No, a minute to be a day.

Yep, I know you all want to kill me now.

But don’t forget to suggest your theories about the pencil before you do.

Have a good day!