|
'm tired. Always tired these days. Inexplicable shooting pain in my left shin, even though it's the right leg that's injured.
Proud of myself for doing some clearing up in the kitchen, scrubbing entire bathroom and cleaning gunk off bath and getting new basic supplies when we run out: vaguely resentful of housemate for failure to do any of the above since it's her damn gunk on the bath.
__________________
The noblest sentiment I have encountered and the most passionate political statement to stir my heart both belong to a fictional character. Why do we have no politicians as pure in their intent and determinedly joyous in their outlook as Arkady Bogdanov of Red Mars?
|