21.IV.2003 :::: 20.23

np: sin�ad o'connor, �the emperor's new clothes�

despite making the molasses cookies i am still feeling a bit melancholy ("No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be"). maybe a little nostalgic. this evening my thoughts are a set of worn coins i am turning over & over in my hands.

the sentence that came into my head when i opened this window was this one: who here says this city is the city of troy?

i have things to do, like cleaning the house, like learning statistics, but i would much rather pretend i've forgotten to make/eat dinner & curl up in bed with mansfield park. also the cookies.