here we are in july. of all places to blog from, i never thought it'd be from a cubical. this place makes me grateful that i'll never be in one for longer than a summer. grateful that i was right in thinking this type of life is not like me at all. could these people actually be content with everything in life? is this how i'm going to end up when i'm forty, even if it's not in some office?

Hsin is lys. they are one and the same. talk the same, act the same, look the same, even laugh the same. BUT...no one will say random things out of nowhere like lys does. "hey..hey...do you think he has a manly body?"....."it's like he got up one day and said...i'm not maaaaanly enough. so i'm gonna grow a beard..and i'm NOT gonna cut it."

i'll stop i'll swear.

other stuff: making envelopes, man...it's great. too bad i can't ever make the same one over again. last night i was thinking i could though...i thought i can always do the same exact thing i did for the first envelope, the first drawing, the first whatever i've made. but by definition, because i'm just copying, i don't have the same blind foresight i did at the first execution. anyhow, i guess i'll just let them go by.

i've been neglecting my "Back to Methuselah" for the past day or two. i'll compensate soon enough.