[Yeahhh right. I probably am like the last person in the room to ever give serious thought to anything. But the truth is I'm thinking ALL THE TIME nonstop. Right now, I'm thinking about why I can't pirate Shostakovich sheet music when I can with every other dead person's music, and then I find out it's copyrighted until like 2050. Where's the money going. And then what is the head of this office doing. He stood up once to get some papers from the printer, talked to the other office guy twice and he's back in his desk again. He just stood up, whoaaa. How could my finger still hurt when I hurt it over 2 months ago. Why is tea only good when the water is scalding hot. Do I want a second cup. Ughh the kitchen is like 5 miles away I'd be like the second person to stand up and actually move in the whole office after lunchtime. Why am I wasting my time on this chapter when it's only about keigo I'll hardly ever use. Why does Fall from Vivaldi's four seasons make me feel like I'm being scolded. Is there another reason why the head of the office gets the wooden desk set . . and I can sit anywhere for hours just as long as it has bearable conditions, and think incessantly about pure garbage or anything insignificant what is up with that.]
Not Really. Going snowboarding this Sunday with biddie Janelle. Couldn't go last weekend because of mysterious cold. Will probably drive to the place . . What should I do in March?
