not what i wanted to write about, ah well, this was open and that paragraph appealed, i wanted to write about speaking to Sophie on the phone, but my stomach has settled now, i can think coherently, i am not tending towards a nervous disposition, my smile is different,

ah well,

*smiles*

what am i smiling for? *smiles* que sera sera, *cera? i think it is an s, any help as to moving on would be greatly appreaciated, someone else? i do remember Sophie telling me she felt jealous of me once, i don't recall the exact details though, hmm,

anyway, i thought i was on to something earlier, during one of my many sit and stare at the tree out the window and think about things instead of revise moments, but i can't put it into words, it was one of my i think maybe i've worked my life out moments, maybe, it felt nice, that i didn't feel so bad, i felt more confident about everything,