Field of Daize’s

I’ll be your naughty girl

August 4th, 2004

Why haven’t I written a new entry in ages, you wonder? Or perhaps you haven’t noticed that this page has not been updated. Either way… I can only offer the excuse that I have been terribly busy working. Standing around not doing anything for six hour stretches really takes it out of a man. And with the barrage of things that I have to do at the moment, it seems as though everything is going too fast, and I can’t find ten minutes to answer emails, let alone write an entry in this diary.

The builder SHOULD finish my room downstairs today. Which would bring me closer to living in some sort of civility. Sure… there are still concrete floors, but there is now a spanking new ceiling, and there is a toilet with a sink and a shower and ALL! Who would have thought that I would be living in such lap of luxury?

My internet access shall be rather scattered in the next month, as I will be in sunny Mexico! Yes, being a poor ex-student is so hard that I need to get away on a holiday. It is hardly that exciting, rather a certain summer wedding that my cousin is having. And being the Roman Catholic that I am… I feel compelled to personally give my blessing.

Itinerary:

Spend five days in Cancun,
Spend two and a half weeks in Mexico,
Spend the rest in LA.

Or something like that. I actually don’t know. What I do know is that I shant be here for the rest of August, and probably not until the second week of September. So if I’m unusually unresponsive with calls and the such.. well…. you’ll know not to blame me.

As for internet access, I don’t really know how much opportunity I will have to be “plugged into the Matrix”.

1 Comment

  1. Tim Connors says

    > The builder SHOULD finish my room downstairs today.

    You really SHOULD adopt the terminology used in RFCs here:

    The builder MUST finish my room downstairs today.

    Also, You SHALL be my naughty girl. Thanks.

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