It seems like they finally started to knock the willis and lowe to build the coop. I still think it was a stupid idea and secretly, well now publically hope they fail. I can't see the green plan in destroying a building altogether.

I have to admit, I am not very educated on the matter since I stopped caring about the coop. I still shop there when it's convenient but I don't go out of my way like before. My feelings changed when we were asked to "vote" to give up our right to veto board decisions. At that point I felt less like an "owner" and more like a paid customer at Sam's Club.

The worst part is the "gas cut off" sprayed on the side of the building. I guess it signifies to the workers that building is ripe for deconstruction. The Atwater house next to pano's has the same spray paint now.

The current temperature is 66 degrees

I have been working on standarizing the old media on the site for days. I wanted everything to conform so I could stop having rules for old stuff and new stuff. I think I am finally done.

Here are some sound files I found in the process. The first one was the first ringtone I made for my sidekick. I was such a pain to figure out the right kind of file format to make it work.

::DOWNLOAD SOUND::

The other file was from a tour we made at the 567 on halloween. I am refering to (e:jill) here iin the bathtub.

::DOWNLOAD SOUND::

I also found all of the old pictures that (e:jill) had drawn and lost. At least I think so. I will email them to you.

I can't believe another year has gone by and soon enough I will be 28. I don't really mind being older, at least I didn't till I went to the hospital today to visit Nonna. She looked so sick and tired. They ripped the skin off her arm at the hospital and it is beyond painful looking. Her whole arm is purple.

To make it even worse, the woman next to her, who is supposed to be transferred to hospice, is really at the end. Not something to inspire you to recover. She has some sort of lung and body cancer and when I first visited the room I thought there was a coffee percolator over boiling. It turned out it was her breathing and then they had to come suction her lungs. I seriously thought I was going to throw up and (e:mike) was like, "come on let's get out of here." Even the woman's family left the room. Luckily for Nonna she was drugged up on pain medication and simply feel back to sleep. If I were her I would just go with the strong doses till she can get out of there.

I remember Ii used to have a lot to day about a lot of things. I hope once the semester restarts I can start thinking outside the "box" literally. I am actually getting sick of being a robot but only a little bit. I guess I would jut prefer if I could separate my mind and body. The body wants to run and play, the mind wants to sit and figure out puzzles. Unfortunately, it is hard to do both at once.

Just like my life now that the wireless internet died mid-upload. At first it regressed from 54g to 11b then to 1b then 0k.

I am now tethered like a misbehaved dog to the wall. Luckily my leash is a 50 footer.