torque

Another Friday. Another story to write. Another morning whiled away with email checking and web page designing (yes, I'm trying to create my own.) And thinking about this weekend, and santa suits, and how not to let my mind wander to places I'd rather it not go ...

Feeling hopeful. Sad. Anxious. Confused. Loved. Tired. And it's too fucking cold here. Who said it could be winter already, mmmm?