"In love, we'll soar through galaxies...."
Wednesday, Aug. 22, 2007 - 9:39 p.m.
I just don't feel like complaining today. I've listened to enough of them, there's no more mental space for my own.
I was sitting in the den, watching television and having dinner under the ceiling fan with the blinds open. Very enjoyable.
Now, I'm laying in my bed with the ceiling fan blowing on my back.
I love living in this tropical environment on days like this.