There's something odd about the fact that most of my current desires in life involve the buying of things.  Predominantly, things that are silver and/or black.

A new Aluminum Wallet.
A new computer, Silver and Black, Side mounting DVD
A black Solstice
A penthouse condo, Black wall sconces, leather couch, appliances, hardwood floorings.

Conversations late into the night about lack of passion for anything.  And where does my bookish nose lead me next.

Many seem to be concerned that I don't seem happy here.  I wonder if this is really the case, or a reflection of their unhappiness with me being here upon me.