forever question mark

On a house not that far from my own there is a graffiti: A.V. + J.U. 4EVER? Just like that, with a big fat question mark. It strikes me as deep and tongue-in-cheek at the same time, like someone challenging eternity with a can of spray-paint. ‘Oh yeah,’ they seem to be saying, ‘you think you’ll be together till death do you part? I bet there’s an expiration date here somewhere.’ I wonder whether the question mark was pirated on to the love note, or if it was there originally.

It’s summer break, which is weird, because there is nothing much to do, except the daily workout and the two-and-a-half hours I will spend at the hotline every so often. (My first unsupervised shift was today, and boy am I glad that there was a mix-up and I didn’t have to stay for five hours!) I am reading a book or two a day and not really sleeping or eating enough. There is only so much boredom a girl can survive, so I need to come up with somewhere to put myself quickly.

Our laptop is broken again, and no amount of soldering wires to microchips helped this time, plus we lost most of the tiny little screws, so A. took it down to the service shop, and I am browsing on borrowed time. Dad’s laptop is newer than ours and it runs Windows Vista, which is sleek but excrutiatingly stick-prone. It keeps slowing down as if it has forever. Well, a question mark would be right in place there, so please don’t rush to alert the blogging authorities if I’m absent a lot.