my home is in empty spaces.

“But forto speke of thygnes sadde and trewe. Come away with me! Thou knowst, it coude be like this, just like this, for ay.”
“Nay,” quod he, “Sholde this thynge seise us, ynne the wronge place, such as for ensaumple mass, thenne we sholde ben lit uppe lyke lollardes. If thou canst not hele yt, thou muste stande it.”

“I WOLDE I KNEWE HOW OF THEE I MIGHT BE QUITTEN!”

Whanne y did retourne, Katharine said vnto me, “Thou didst not buye salt herringe!”

# {scribbles of SM} @ 11:47 PM 

1. My work computer was diagnosed as very sick and placed in quarantine for one day while it was resuscitated by the IT guys. Thereafter I was gently reminded not to read too many rubbish websites on it because for some absurd reason, the Temporary Internet Files folder can only be cleared by the IT dept and not myself. This sounds like some bizarro ISA thing.
   
   Anyway, so the only rubbish website I read on it these days is G's blog. ;-)
   
   
2. While I enjoy restaurant dinners as well as the toil and trouble of actually finding the place =) I think I'm more extroverted when the people I want to talk to are within 2 m of myself. Round tables for meals are not my thing.
   
   
3. I hopelessly desire you. But the edge of that desire has been blunted by some good company. So now I know how to forget you.
   
   
4. A virus that can be seen under the light microscope - meet Mimivirus and pals (and of course the wiki, which ain't as good as yet). Nothing to do with Mariah Carey.

Background music: Crazy Frog.

And it's time for work tomorrow.

# {scribbles of SM} @ 11:31 PM