I'm listening to The Cocteau Twins right now ("Sugar Hiccup") and hoping it will bring the sun out!! The sky is blue and grey and white, and when I look out my bedroom window, the snow that was on the hills a few days ago has all melted away. It's still chilly outside, though, but I don't mind, I guess. I'm pining for late spring when all the flowers are blooming and I won't have to wear a coat. I'm dreaming of a time when Larry's MG is fixed, or we have another convertible (he wants a VW Rabbit convertible now) and I'm imagining us driving around meandering mountain roads with the wind in our hair and a picnic packed in our cute little wicker picnic "suitcase"..just traveling without any destination in mind. I know that winter will end. I'm looking forward to that.
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Dreamed that I was back in Illinois and I had some job where I think I worked during the night. In the dream my mom had given me this expensive (and in all honesty, really ugly) low-riding brown bicycle. It almost seemed like a children's bike. I forgot to lock it up and it got stolen. Then my dream switches to me being at the Kitsuns (who I babysat for when I was a teenager) and I'm looking for a bike to ride home (even though we only lived a block away from them), and the whole dream seems to involve me searching for a replacement bike. At one point I'm walking through this mall and for some reason I seem to have some weird disguise on. I'm wearing a long purple/black wig and funky rock star glasses and really dark purple lipstick, and I notice my reflection in the security mirrors and I look so GOTH (and also much younger, paler and thinner than I am currently) and then these other people that look like they are in a Sisters of Mercy-like band are trying to talk to me about some stupid "dark wave" bands and I tell them I don't like any of that music and I walk on, searching in Sears (or someplace similar) for the perfect bike. Then at some point I take the wig off (and the wig turns into a pair of men's pants..as if I'd been wearing a pair of long men's pants on my head) and I hang them on some rack in a store.
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OOOOOOH....my shoulders hurt from exercising (or from shelving books at the library yesterday.)

do the jerk * do the frug