I love the sound...

... of city when my windows are open.

Rumbly trucks, cars hitting the speed bumps on my street far too fast, the senseless chittering of small children, the faint sounds of siren, streetcars and trains, and that consistent thrum of many cars off in the distance.

It's gearing to be very nearly a lovely day with temperatures hovering in the 17-18C realm. I feel like I can breathe again -- that winter is very nearly out of the door (I'm not silly enough to pronounce it gone) and that I've survived another winter without withering to death.

I have so much work to do, and so little desire to do most of it. I just want to work on my crappy fiction projects and throw the excess away. Leave it out in the gutter to get soggy and ultimately wash away.

Holy crap, is my apartment ever a pigsty. Who left all of this shit lying around?

Oh wait. That was me. Oops.