A spoon does not know the taste of soup, nor a learned fool the taste of wisdom.

(That was free.)

yet another thing of interest to no one...
elin: hey, I'm actually doing schoolwork. shocked?
mom: yes
elin: :-)
mom: :-)
elin: :-P
mom: what?
elin: I'm also looking for any good excuse not to
mom: okay
elin: :-)
mom: I'll bring you some clothes
elin: nonono
mom: ok
elin: I'm not in a trying on mood
mom: ok
elin: :-)
mom: i'm doing [work] also
elin: oh. ::goes away::
mom: bye
elin: bye
elin: :-(
mom: ditto
elin: :'(
elin: k
elin: bye
mom: k
mom: bye

The essence of whackness: we're within talking distance. But having conversations over AIM. Go figure. One time, we even got my dad involved in the conversation, too, one of those little group-chat things. Very weird family. Very wired family.

But I'm reading 113 pages of battle descriptions. Written 900 years ago. And talking to someone alive right now would be nice. I just can't find a good enough excuse to go out and interrupt somebody else's work. (Dad's spackling, mom's working on something or another. And as I observed in my last entry, I have no life. Not this week, anyway.) ::is pitiful:: (But happy.)