Today I drove up the I-5 and took the ferry to Whidbey (sp?) Island and found a tiny, smelly beach and wandered around. I was almost blissfully happy before I went and when I was there and when I was driving back, but some time after I got home my mood crept back down to normal. It's bound to get back up at some point though 
I'm working on a little project, but I'm not telling what it is until I feel secure enough with it. I think it's the reason I was almost blissfully happy earlier though. I'm just, I don't know, trying to kill my cynicism and whatever else it is that makes me this way.
I'm working on a little project, but I'm not telling what it is until I feel secure enough with it. I think it's the reason I was almost blissfully happy earlier though. I'm just, I don't know, trying to kill my cynicism and whatever else it is that makes me this way.
ah well. i guess there is always some other time.