As the song played on over and over, stuff just kept tumbling into mind, and out. A song I don't seem to get sick of. Matters, that seem to lurk in the stomach and won't move away. Feels terrible to be preoccupied. Really. Just how am I supposed to address the questions I pose, to myself? Oh well. I can never understand my thoughts...

Chose to spend a boring saturday.

Amazed cousin yet again with a game's score she could only dream of getting, for now, at the least.

Fiddled with sis' jigsaw puzzle, and now it's more than half done.

Its back on the com for the rest of the time, with the same song running over the player as I sat on and day-dreamed (my favourite pastime) about.. stuff.

Feeling quirky. Teresa, help!! hahaz...