Smallhouse Log

Monday, Ninth Week
"Never count a man out when he still has his pants." -Digital War

I have realized that I must link to The Maroon. "Pierce was also much more convenient because it was only a five-minute walk from the Reg." Way to go, Dinesh.

Speaking of the Maroon, I have yet another new wallpaper. I also have a new screenname, 'The dog my daughter', which I ganked from one of tonight's Euphony submissions, filtered through Martin.

And she's so beautiful with her long hair down, I don't know how I never saw it before, but when I looked over tonight there she was with her hair resting on her shoulders. I stopped breathing. I dropped my pen. It was all I could do to not fall face forward into the table. My mouth and my eyes hung wide. I instantly desired to walk her home and tell her how beautiful she was. I forgot.

I keep thinking of the most extrordinary things, so sure I'll remember them in the evening, but they always slip away. All I know is I have a strong desire to recklessly fall in love. I hope that if I must fall in love, I can at least do so with some reck. And, of, course, plenty of ruth.

I realized today that my being sleep-deprived is, in fact, affecting my judgement; the fact that it took me a week to recognise this is as good a proof as any.

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