Snowy days and Mondays always get me down.

Even though I set the alarm last night like I usually do on Sunday nights, my brain didn't feel like it was Sunday night. And even when Daedalus woke me up around 4:30am to have some Delicious Canned Food^TM, I still felt like it was Saturday night instead of Sunday. I was looking forward to waking up at my own pace, and rolling into a warm girl for hours. The outside air was somewhat blustery, the sky dark - perfect for curling. But it wasn't Sunday morning, it was Monday morning, and no matter how hard I wished, the alarm still came on and she still had to leave.

( There's just whining here. )

I hate having to clean off my car. I hate having to kick snow off my shoes. I need to move to the tropics.

Blast from the Past:

I like someone too much. She made my heart beat so fast I couldn't stop it. She made me lose my breath. She let me wipe her tears. She held me and I fit. She said I was art. She said I was beautiful. She hand made me a present. It was very personally me. She looked at me and I melted. She tells me how she thinks I'm feeling/thinking about a situation, and she's usually right. She made me tremble. I found myself distracted watching the way she stood when she shot pool with my brother. I found myself chewing on my lower lip when she said sweet things. She kissed me through the New Years countdown. She held my hand under the dinner table. She gave me goosebumps. She understands my perspective so well that processing with her is automatic. She is amazing.

~01-03-02