Sunday morning

oh.. the joy of weekends, of 24 hours net access, of a single room, of that someone's presence, of lack of policing, of greenery, rain and the smell of thunder,

the joy of the daaru stop right outside, old friends, old friends and daaru, the travel, of good company, of great music to shake my legs to, of youtube, of dc++ and movies, of cornerhouse and DBC, of 8 hours of sleep, of this great campus, of 24 hours avaialbility of food, of sitting out and reading, of that great library, of having a whole floor of silent semi dark library just for you.., the hope of the stipend, of having spent it times over yet,