Pay the thunder no mind... listen to the birds...

Time moves too swiftly for those who wait... and too slowly for those who grieve. Words from my dear Yaya's grave. God, I love her. I know I am neglecting you, dear blog, but business is tough. I have a thesis to write. A thesis! I've never written a thesis before, and already I am screwing it up, getting behind on my deadlines and work.

I will be moving out of the house which I have lived for the past year to move into another place. I refer to it in a context containing a distinct lack of emotion merely because it is just a place. With a bed and a desk. And CABLE internet. The handsome folks didn't call me back, and I can't sit on my hands anymore. The place is cheap, and it is a place to sleep. In some ways, it is fantastic. In other ways, it is lousy. One thing is that I could only really fit a single bed in there. Perhaps I am digging my own holes? And the house is crowded. It contains a piece of a family and some other students. My reasoning here, though, is that home is just a place to hang your hat. And I found my favorite hat so it all seems to fit together. (The hat was once owned by a guy that liked my baby sister... my twin sister, rather... and he gave it to her and I took it 'cause I wanted it... it's red... :)

I also told the gas and electricity to cut off our utilities on Friday. I told the other housemates I did this on Wednesday (in a note!) and that they should get along as soon as possible and arrange these utilities to be reconnect. Golly, I hope they do it today, because the company requires 3 whole days to organize someone to come over. What a shame it will be if they wake up electricity- and gas-less over the weekend. Perhaps I should have included such detail in my note? Oh dear me. :)

I had a good day today... I went to the beach and sat there eating chips with some friends ... and I was feeding these seagulls and crows... and then they started attacking me, and I ended up throwing my souvlaki at them and flipping over all my chips and running to the awaiting car! I got garlic sauce all over my pants. 'Twas a good day. :)

William John.