I see why songwriters like Sunday mornings... Today, it's beautiful. I'm sitting next to my open fire escape window with my plant. The cool breeze is coming in but the sun is nice and warm. I'm still in a sleepy haze - my brain in a pleasant fog - wishing I could be back in bed, but my notebook is next to me so I can feel like I'm being more productive than if I were lounging around. Bed has been made, there's no going back to it (at least for now). An insect is whirring, and it sounds like a wooden stick is being scraped across a ridged plastic surface. If I think of it in that way, I can imagine the little guy sitting up in the tree doing just that, instead of beating its wings or whatever it actually does.
A nice slideshow to take a look at: houses! Winners of the 2010 American Institute of Architects housing awards. I like to look at them and imagine what kind of house I would like to live in. I decided upon Pictures 1/2, 3/4, 9/10, 13/14, 29/30.
OK, studying time. Ciao~
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