Truths of Old

I have nothing to say; or rather I have many things I would like to write, none of which should be written here. Or perhaps at all.

Something about a pair of slippers which I still haven't repaired yet; I keep forgetting to. But I will, and then I shall return them to their owner, perhaps as a last farewell.

Something about wishing someone didn't fear riding her bike quite so much, because of the almost portents of... shrug. Either way, it's all a bad thing; would that I could help - or that you would let me.

Something about a stunningly beautiful six-hundred dollar blue dress which keeps lingering in my mind... laugh. You poor women... I begin to empathise with the horrible phenomenon that is women's shopping.

Anyway so right now I'm sitting here watching LMD, Xena and Oberon playing scrabble, and wondering where LMDs foot-devouring dog has gone to.

I caught A Sound of Thunder last night and it wasn't half bad. Special effects were pretty good... but I was somewhat preoccupied. Puzzled that the testee had... passed. And wondering if perhaps I had been too harsh all along, as I am wont to do.
Perhaps feeling sad that there seems to be no true way to make amends and restore things to the way they were. (It takes two.)

And then after the movie and an Erdinger (which I am becoming quite fond of) the words were spoken...

... my mind is... unravelling.

Trivial, all of this.

Later I shall go to the gym, and run. For my life.