Black is the champagne of greys.

I accidentally huffed spray paint while painting a table for Ethan's room.  My head hurts.  Now I remember why I hate spray paint.  My brain says, "Grf. Flurm. Blech.  Blrm."

The house is in a post-Christmas mess.  Boxes and presents-yet-to-have-found-a-home litter every spare corner of floor and tabletop.  The chaos is disturbing.

This Benazir Bhutto fiasco has really messed with me, for reasons I con only describe as visceral and primal.

It's starting to look like I'll be taking English and sociology next semester.

Ethan, Jacquelyn, and I had a really excellent time at Brocach tonight.  Four words: free shots of Bailey's.

I'm going to stain two bedside tables Bombay mahogany.  And make one more curtain.

There will be taxi driving tomorrow.