i'm sure i've made the remark before that my room resembles a small war-torn country but from time to time it does merit that sort of observation. spent most of today in stage 2 of cleaning up: sorting. (stage one is all heavy lifting and wheezing)

wish we could have a jumble sale or that clothes swap at addy's. mr wijeysingha told my parents that there's an charity agency here that collects clothes and sends them to india so we're packing our india bundles. and our maid, ita, says that she wants stuff for her sisters so i gave her 6 of my bags. they're in perfectly good shape and very pretty but backpacks seem all wrong and girlish when you're our age.

i know i'm wired wrong somehow because although the remote control is sitting right beside me on the table, everytime i want to switch radio channels i automatically get up and pick my way through the landmines to the other end of the room to do so.

i need floorspace.

courage! she said, and pointed to the land!

after i get this mess off the floor i shall sit down to write to all the people i owe emails to, like jenny geer who sent me a card while jetting from conference to conference, and denis ferhatovic who appears to have been leading the high life in europe all this time i thought he was in roanoke. *perk* quite look forward to the weekend with new books and cindy's birthday do and a night out with the girls and a uva party and the humanz do. mm.