everything's so easy for pauline

I’m listening to Neko Case and eating a banana. I should be trying to stitch on the last buttons for my manuscript, but I can’t concentrate. I want to go snowboarding. Or I want to go back to Athens.

I’m reading Andrew Lycett’s biography of Dylan Thomas and it’s depressing me a bit. I think I’ll annotate some poems and that will cheer me up.

There is a rustling in the Christmas tree that my roommates refuse to take down. I’ve never had a cat because I’m allergic to them, but they have two. They're odd creatures but I really like watching what they do. But is this normal?