that her dream is to one day quit whatever she was doing and open a small cafe where she would hold readings and philosophical discussions in the corner. And the way she explained it and then got embarassed when she caught herself babbling about it for just a little too long. If I could write this story any better, then I would be a much better writer than I am. Oh, how could that NOT be worth a song?

My weekend didn't quite go to plan and my Saturday night out was a complete waste of time [keyword to self: side bar] that I wish I could take back. But I'm sitting here in the dark in front of my 32" monitor after reading our chat archives and I'm grinning like a fool.

And my job is still up in the air after July and I have two holidays (one whose details are also up in the air) booked already so I'm pretty much immobile until September.

But I'm grinning like a bloody fool. I'm flying blind without a co-pilot. But, damn, I'm flying!

Viva life!