i keep talking about kicking people's pootie tangs this morning. and yet i'm actually mellow.

a rare contemplative monday morn. wide-awake and clean-feeling too. no little thanks to hearing my heart will go on and a whole new world. new world especially brings back memories and plenty of gushy emotions. if i were still at ucsd right now, it'd be a great time to enscone myself into one of galbraith's video rooms and watch an appropriately dramatic british/french import.