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happy and tired Not much to say except that I feel good. Maybe tomorrow I'll take the time to form a few paragraphs, but for the moment I am very content. I don't feel the need to spoil it by trying to describe it. Sometimes the quiet subtle emotions are the best. I'm not in love nor did I meet anyone. I didn't get a different job nor am I looking for one. What I do know is that I don't have any complaints, worries or pleasant observations to relay here. In a why shouldn't I kind of mood, I spent far too many hours playing a demo of Alpha Centauri this afternoon. Usually most computer ganes do very little for me, but I let this one cut way into my sleep. I guess I let myself take a small mental vacation for the day and it felt good. Clicking backwards through the journal, it seems that I was much more talkative a year ago, but I have yet to read that Oliver Sacks book that I mentioned and later bought. Suddenly a small mental pop up window appears in my head telling me that Mira Sorvino speaks Catonese. My head is filled with useless pop trivia and I keep cramming more in there every day. I haven't thought of a good reason to stop yet. Of course if I could speak Cantonese that would be a little more impressive than knowing that an attractive actress can. A fairly useless piece of trivia about me would be that Chinese food has never really appealed to me. I would, however, love to see the forbidden city. Actually what I know of China has come from books, television and movies. For me China is an odd blend of Mao, bicycles and repeated viewings of The Last Emperor and Raise the Red Lanterns. Then again most of what I know of the world comes from those sources, which is why I love to travel. Through visiting other parts of the world I get to meld my inner version of other places with what my eyes see. I never did finish reading that book about China. Instead I am reading about a murder in Illinois.
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