Past schedules come next. Here are the goals, expectations and what-nots of the week and if they are met, partially met and incorrigibly forgotten:
- I am should be watching Magnolia. Magnolia. Magnolia. But, even if I am already starting the browser, I close it, and I do not even know why. I guess the black backdrop is naturally hypnotic, even though the color has meaning for me.
- What's with Fiesta? For at least 6 times I have been trying to update the game client, but, it seemed as if I doesn't want me to play. The farthest I was able to go was over 60%--then the bar that counts the percent and bytes per second magically and sarcastically disappeared. Such an annoying and continual coincidence (I am beginning to love alliterations).
- I know there is something wrong with me. Even though I had a good time and I enjoyed the good company, I simply managed to sit quietly like a pulp on one corner. My mouth seemed to close by itself. Things are beginning to be redundant, but, I guess that's normal for special people.
- I have to stop. The list must go on, but, someone was able to hit me with something on the head. Now all the ideas are spilled. I must wipe them off. I must.