Brief but Sufficient

I don't feel like writing. I'm not quite sure why. I think it's because I stayed at my frigidarium last night; it's a sad place.

At least I got one more box out of there. I brought origami paper (just in case), a few board games, some books about writing, and my pirate stamp. I also got my multijournal, a large notebook in which I used to write most everything: dreams, plain journals, poems, and many others. It has 5 or 6 dividers, so I devoted it to 10 or 12 sections: one each going forwards and one each going backwards. I think most of its contents are transcribed, but I'm looking forward to stumbling upon some lost gem.

I should probably post my dreams. Even better, I should probably refurbish my dreams into smooth stories. I should probably just write stories. I should probably just write Werbel.

There are few ladies who can carry bangs well. A female friend of mine once said that a girl gets bangs when she gives up on her hair. I wouldn't go that far, but there's some merit to the statement.

I really just gotta switch to Werbel.

Pip pip, cheerio.