22:00 Eastern Standard, US time, just back from gym, with gym book # two. Social lives are frivolous. Now, tea, Wolf's Rain, and jumping rope before science fiction and bed. None of which are frivolous, say I.
I am of the mind that a chicken does not require a 'gluten-free' label.
I am not, however, breathing the heady vapors and rarefied air found at the intellectual summits with the elite minds of consumer protectionism.
Per Me Reges Regnant. Et hoc, quia oblitus est regnum.
The view from my bedroom window.
pumpkin:
Wow, where do you live?!
northron:
I live in an old mill building, this is the 'tower' that housed the controls for the pumps. Hurrah for decrepitude and lovely post-industrial landscapes. You can see one of the pipes, maybe 1.5 meters in diameter, exiting it at the bottom left. Not visible, but at the level of the roof, is the river. I like this place, I'll likely stay for a few years.
Just hanging out, drinking tea, listening to Slayer, and painting a portion of my grain/snow shovel fluorescent pink. Guy stuff.
kas:
word.
More gym time, less social time. Problem solved.