xlascaux

the weekend was unusually quiet. i put up plastic over my windows as an attempt at insulating my very old and drafty apartment. i was expecting a long, perilous battle with the plasctic material but it ended up being easy.

then on saturday i spent the day reading baudeliare and writing some. it was nice to get up on a saturday and go to a coffee shop and be around bustling, thinking, and talking humanity. i toured the farmer's market later and then went home to cook.

sunday i was supposed to go shooting. it turned out too rainy and muddy to go and i went to border's instead. i browsed through some travel mags. a tree-house hostel in turkey? then found the sotheby's wine encylopiedia. i need it.

i've been frustrated recently. early onset cabin fever? i really want to travel, and while philly will be fun, that's not exactly overseas. ennui. i can't stand ennui.