Saturday, July 09, 2005
Ich möchte in einem Moment zu spanieren. Dann ich wurde gern bis Arbeit zu lesen. Ich liebe noch immer meinen "kaputt-Deutsch". Es schmeckt mir gut! Ich wünschte, daß April hier war, meinen Deutsch zu checken. Wo ist April?
Bianca and I played racquetball this afternoon- she being extremely lethargic, I almost beat her in one game. I still cannot hit the ball when it flies into the corner, but I am improving everywhere else, sort of (I more often master the concept of "hitting", but my skills in "directing ball movement" require further development).
My scalp itches. I scratch it raw sometimes, for it is always dry, and I am always nervous or stressed. Maybe someday my skin will fall off. Then I probably wouldn't have to wash my head as often.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:24 PM]