Ahhhhh.

Here I am, Tuesday afternoon. I have a scant half hour of internet time, then (if my sister Caroline doesn't wake up from her nap) an hour of writing on the computer in  my brother's room. And I haven't posted on ApricotPie yet this month, so here I am.

I have several others windows up, because I'm an overly ambitious person and like to think I can multitask. I want to email Kyleigh and some other friends, read some fanfictions, and finish the new canto of Closer by Kestrel. "You Can Have Me" by Sidewalk Prophets is playing - a jewel I found through one of my rare radio-listening moments.

A day in the life. Breathe deeply. Ahhhhhhhh.

By the way, Closer? Breathtaking. My heart is pounding from having soared around a memory-room. Not to mention excitement at the Doctor Who reference. Geekiness is best shared, I think.

And Kyleigh? Her ankle is sprained.

I have a scar across the knuckles of my left hand.

Let's try that sentence in a descriptive way.

An old but visible scar blotches on the knuckles of my cold left hand. I acquired the little beauty a couple of years ago in a bike accident. If you know me well enough, you'd be surprised I was doing anything daredevil enough to cause an accident. I'll never tell. My hand is cold because I live in Michigan and it's January. That means I won't see the sun for... oh, another couple of months.

Long sigh. Ahhhhhhh.

We had one day of sun a few weeks ago, and I went around my block and took pictures, but stupidly deleted them all, and now there's no more sun. But there is Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There to transport me away from this slushy snowglobe.

I hear the Doctor's voice over my shoulder: "Is this how time normally passes? Very... slowly?"

But, in true Wonderland fashion, Time is dreadfully inconsistent, and I must away.