whoa.

I can't believe how much I actually, seriously daydream about food in the course of a day.

And I can't believe how much I actually, seriously daydream about being outside when I'm in the office. Not anywhere special, but just outside.

Happy or sad? Who knows. It just is.

And then of course there's the mild drama that spices up my otherwise freezing and boring work day...

However, 1993 called and gave me its silver earrings, bright pink shirt and olive green loafer wedges outfit. Thanks, '90s! You're giving me lots of stuff lately...

Sunshine, you are my fickle lover.

I had a great day. I slept like someone who is untroubled until 12:30. I woke up to sunshine and 68 degree temperatures. I got coffee and walked around the park with Jackie. We laid out on a blanket in the rose garden at Manito (technically a "thorn garden" since there are no roses in bloom yet) and let the sun burn up our jeans. Then we got some food and then we got some movies, and we ate some chocolate cappucino pie and watched our movies, and here I am. Happy happy happy. All sun-kissed and sun-glassed and for now, everything is right in the world.

a thousand times, whee!

sunshine, how i've missed you. you make me joyful. i walked out of my house this morning and didn't want to crawl back into bed or kill myself.

please never go again.