one thousand

i'm really not sure what he's doing with his face, but i think he should stop.

just as i was about to write last night's entry the power went off, and there was a black-out in my entire neighbourhood. i looked out the window to see a desolate darkness – it was peaceful and lovely. i lit some candles and tried to read, but i was in bed by 10 because there was nothing else to do. i really couldn't get into that book. so this afternoon, i concluded there was no sense in forcing myself to read a boring book when there are so many other good ones out there. so i stopped by chapters on the way home again, and picked up two on sale. the one i'm reading first is quite poetic in its prose, here's one example "clearly, something here is incompatible with nature". i think what amazes me about it, is that it was originally written in japanese, i would've thought beautiful writing would be lost in translation, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

i love volunteering at special meals at st. andrew's. it's so great. when we serve the food it makes me smile from ear-to-ear and i can't stop myself. i really like the people there. they have no filter at all and they say things i wouldn't normally hear elsewhere. it's amazing.

i suddenly hear and see that word everywhere. i had no idea it was so common. it's a weird word.

you are part of my heart-beat.

i've been a sleep for a long, long time.