Damn...

Funny how I was supposed to find a trail and hike on it.
I sat on the couch and read myself to oblivion...
Lounging in a sarong, enjoying Anne Rice.
*sighs* Do I have *time* to hike now, lest I miss the ritual today?
*sighs* A dear friend is in it today, and I'd rather not miss that.

Also. I can scarcely wait to get my sandals. I know, they cost a fortune... it plagues me. But I can't say that I don't desperately know that I'll savor their beauty for a couple years to come. *Swoons* Yes. I'm a material whore. And for those who feel superior to me; hah! So what?! I fantasize about the blissful support that these provided for my feet. Imagine how lovely it will be this summer and in Hawaii clad in the wonders that man has crafted?! HAh. Material, I am.



Hm.
I'd rather disappear back into my book for the whole day and pretend that people are fictional, like those in my books....save, for one or two.

;)

That damned Anne Rice inspires me. And I cannot for the life of me put her books down.

-Angela, [feeling terribly sexy, with merely a sarong draped around my waist.]

Long last, the answer arrives.

Long last, the answer arrives.
My hiking gear I thought had become dried in my dryer is damp. I was about to rush out to get my hiking taken care of. Here I find it's damp. I am left to my book. Perhaps I'll have time for a brief jaunt up Tiger; though nothing pretty and new like Talapus.

*siiiighs*

That's okay.

-Angela