Why do I get so lonely when there really ain't nothing wrong?

I got a letter from Ruty, which made my day. It is written on fabulous Engrish stationery. The best line by far is made even more amusing by an utter lack of context: "The past is like a dream brimful of sweet memories, warm feelings and loving thoughts. Cranes have grown and climbed all over my wall of yearning." I also confess to a fondness for: "Let our life be brimming with smile! The sweet smile predicts our brillant future."

I tried the celebrity face thing that's making the rounds. My favorite picture had no hits. The next two I used gave me Jessica Simpson and Kim Cattrall, respectively. I think it must be broken.

I now have a bank account but no way to access it. I am slowly running out of money, even though I have almost ten thousand dollars in non-liquid assets sitting in my room.

I tried to be productive today and was thwarted in almost every manner possible. So I gave up and dinked around on the internet instead. I did read a major chunk of The Making of the English Working Class, though, which is just as boring and preachy as I remember it being when I read it in high school. What's wrong with history that isn't boring and preachy, anyway?

By the way, I'm slowly going friends-only for professional purposes. Anonymous readers should just go ahead and get an lj, already.