i've noticed that fridays don't like me though i love them so much: just like my love-life:-) i've got nothing to write about, but i'm into writing these couple of days and i write whenever i get a minute and wherever i get a chance. i guess this is a subconscious (or perhaps conscious) attempt to subdue the desire to open up my blue note-book again. i guess with aram i made the last poetic pirrоuette. sometimes i'm tempted to ask mher of his opinion. maybe i should???

we're having one of these hot-tea-in-the-bed-and-a-good-movie-on-tv days. i wish i could go out for a walk with smb, but all the people i would like to walk with are not available.

anyway, i've got to get going. it's 6:45 only but so dark outside. perhaps tomorrow i'll have wiser things to write.