What the hell does stark mean?

Last week my mommy was visiting. It was nice. As I've whined about earlier, I was sick for the better part of the week, but still it was fun to have some family around. We didn't really do much except for eat some good food and play cards. Man, it sounds lame, but it really wasn't. She took the bus home on frday night so..

..I went to the darkroom and spent friday night and saturday morning with photos. I just realised that to enter the competition I have to have my pictures ready by thursday. We'll see if I enter all three categories or if I chicken out of some. I really don't even know which photos to choose. [Scanning? Yeah yeah.. later. Since I don't have a scanner at home.. be patient]

Then I went back to my favourite theme; good food. Saturday I baked bread, made eggplant parmesan, a strawberry-kiwi-apple salad with a lime-menthe dressing, chocolate cake and drank some red. I think I'm having some sort of red wine renaissance here. And it feels good. Not that the wine we drank saturday was very great, not really. I should have insisted on the more expensive bottles, but nooooo.. We took a chance on some chilean cabernet which was soso.
ANYway, the food was, according to me, quite good. The fruit salad was excellent.

And yes.. I dint cook like that just for the hell of it.. I was making out on the couch to Harry Potter and the Philosofer Stone. There, I said it. It's said. More? It was nice. How could it not be?
-
Last night I got some sort of low blood-sugar anti-rush. I ended up on the couch with a glass of red and basking in the glow of my F-R-I-E-N-D-S. It helps when something intangible (untangible?) comes to close. It drives the wolf from the door. Then finally I slept like a baby and dreamt about martial arts. A big amfi-theatre, classrom, full of people. We were eating to prepare for a long days worth of fighting each other. In another fragment of a dream someone attacks me and I punish him by explaining that I actually used to do aikido, and haven't forgotten it. So could he please just grow up and not try to kick my ass. Wishful thinking, I guess, I couldnt kick a lot of ass, really.
-
"I'm in town to chew gum and kick ass and I'm all out of gum"

Not true devil boy

Regarding my quote on thursday 21st. IT's supposed to go:
"And the fine line
between this and some dream
is that I sold my soul for
something"