Sweet melancholy

This is just the cutest little angel you can imagine, yeah? And she looks just like me! Which isn't all that odd, I suppose, since I looked just like my brother when I was that age and she's the spitting image of her daddy. But whatever.
I haven't really got much to write today, I just felt guilty for not writing more, so I came on and wrote some random words just to make it seem like I've got something to say. I don't, really.
I hate that neverending bleeping the microwave makes when it finishes. Don't you? It just - never - ends! And those who are making the food in it, the ones causing the beeping to occur, they're in a different room so they don't hear it. Then they forget it, and so it keeps beeping ever stinking minute, and it just really annoys me. A lot of things annoy me, but I'm not gonna turn this into a nonsensical ramble. I'm afraid it might be a bit too late for that now, since none of the things I've been saying make much sense but I don't much care. I'm writing. And every word I write is one more point in my apparent productivity. But now I'm gonna read some more Wheel of Time. I'm on book six now. Rereading the whole damn series. It's a brilliant series. I love it. Hence the rereading. So I'm gonna do that now. Reread. Bye. /Ramble done