:: Caffeine, anybody? ::

Dear blog,

I went out with my dad today. I made lunch for him and later we went out to the library. He read something by William Delafield Arnold, and I told him about my dream house.

He had a hard time deciphering my story. In the end he said, I have a very disorganized thought. Zura and her nonsensical thoughts cannot be separated.

We had our share of strong, black coffee.

I ended up in bed, with throbbing head. There goes my weekend.