It's actually raining here. Again. I love, love, love the rain. This has been a trippy summer, for many reasons.
I want to get out and walk so badly, but I'm also cold and not feeling so hot (ha!), so I'm going back and forth on this walking thing. I'd also like to take a trip to the mall (gasp!) so I can see if there's anything fabulous on sale at Papyrus.
Pic's at a birthday party, with a friend of ours. I'm not sure when she's due home.
I'm off to settle on a book and soak in the bathtub.
I can't find a book I really want to read and I think it's because by this point in September, I'm always heavy into school reading. Not right now, though, and it just doesn't feel right. I'm restless as far as reading goes. Last night, I could not, could not, go to bed because I couldn't find something I wanted to read. Yes, I own hundreds of books, but, no, I could not find a single one that felt right for reading last night. What did I finally pick before I fell, utterly exhausted, into bed? My Italian textbook.
Salve! Mi chiamo v. Sono pazza. Io lo so.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
rainy day
Posted by v at 17:43
Labels: melancholia, notes and queries
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I am so jealous of your rain. It has not rained here for months. In a class at UNR we read a book called "The Land of Little Rain" and I felt dry inside and out afer reading it and swore I would never live there (or anywhere like there).
Ha. So much for that.
Aboiut books. I have been having trouble reading lately. Nothing appeals to me. If you find something good share it, then I can check it out too.
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