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My Boyfriend's Back!
Jan. 21st, 2005 02:39 pm...okay, not really, I don't have a boyfriend, haven't in years - but I'm listening to that song. :) Puts me in a good mood. (hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back!)
I'm looking at a cozy afternoon to myself, which is nice, as long as I don't think about the reading I really ought to be doing. I really, really, really hope it snows tomorrow, or tonight... sometime this weekend! It's below freezing and cloudy (if by "cloudy" you understand me to mean "wow, someone took a bunch of gray paint and smoothed it over the sky"). At least it's that pretty, silvery color that clouds get when they're full of nice snowy stuff, and not the stupid white-gray which makes you wonder whether the sun hasn't just bleached itself into black-and-white. Although I'm also fond of the menacing charcoal-colored storm clouds, or best of all, textured grays of all shades in truly wild weather.
Me? Weather obsessive? Not in the least.
( WinAmp Randomness )
I've lost my train of thought a bit, but that's okay. It's a stream-of-consciousness kind of day, or a poetry day, and I don't claim to be a good enough poet for it to be worth the effort to try to switch gears. That made no sense. That's also okay. I don't have to think lucidly for a little while.
So, with "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer" playing on my Winamp, telling the adventures of the "knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tightrope walkers and acrobats", I shall go to continue rambling in my diary. And have a nice cup of tea, then maybe read a bit of Donne. I love my life.
I'm looking at a cozy afternoon to myself, which is nice, as long as I don't think about the reading I really ought to be doing. I really, really, really hope it snows tomorrow, or tonight... sometime this weekend! It's below freezing and cloudy (if by "cloudy" you understand me to mean "wow, someone took a bunch of gray paint and smoothed it over the sky"). At least it's that pretty, silvery color that clouds get when they're full of nice snowy stuff, and not the stupid white-gray which makes you wonder whether the sun hasn't just bleached itself into black-and-white. Although I'm also fond of the menacing charcoal-colored storm clouds, or best of all, textured grays of all shades in truly wild weather.
Me? Weather obsessive? Not in the least.
( WinAmp Randomness )
I've lost my train of thought a bit, but that's okay. It's a stream-of-consciousness kind of day, or a poetry day, and I don't claim to be a good enough poet for it to be worth the effort to try to switch gears. That made no sense. That's also okay. I don't have to think lucidly for a little while.
So, with "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer" playing on my Winamp, telling the adventures of the "knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tightrope walkers and acrobats", I shall go to continue rambling in my diary. And have a nice cup of tea, then maybe read a bit of Donne. I love my life.
