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Funnies, Rain, and Yumminess

Tue Oct 18 - Before I even launch into my own narrative, I have to share this link with you all (thanks Dayle!): http://www.livejournal.com/users/artistic_chaos/902430.html?#cutid1 ... but Caution! If you haven't seen Serenity yet and you plan to, you do NOT want to read this. If you *have* seen the movie, be prepared to laugh at this lovely synopsis.

And then, care of my Mom, a little thought about online journals (blogs, in particular): http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/fun/zits.asp?date=20051018

Okay, funny link sharing: OFF.
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Well, I absolutely have to say "I love the rain!" I miss the changing of the seasons, and so any variety at all in Southern California is welcome in my book. I love having to finally use my shawl or my fuzzy scarves. I love not having to turn on a fan just to endure an evening at home or an afternoon at my desk. I love the smell of the rain, the endless variety of rain clouds, and even the shimmery look of rain through my windshield. I sometimes wish I lived in a rainy clime (*waves at Lev & Gayle!*), but I also cannot imagine leaving the friends and opportunities I have here.

(And I fully understand the dilemmas that Hope and Bob are going through, trying to leave CA and raise their family elsewhere.)

(And if you haven't had a good laugh lately, spend some time reading Bob's journal about trying to sell his house. We're with ya, babe. *hugs*)

But I can rejoice in the whole "water from the sky" anomaly, and sigh happily.

Not much new since my long rambling self-pity-party entry from last night. I've had to learn how to fill out the expense report template at my office (every new job, the expense report templates are more bizarre) and turned that in already. I think I'm still glad I don't have a job where I have to travel regularly, which is funny since another unsolicited "we have a job for you" email today was for Miami, FL. Yeah, right. *blows a raspberry*

And I had somehow left the house without my cellphone and pager, so I took my "lunch hour" to go back home for them. I thought maybe I could wait until after work, but I felt too uneasy without them. Of course, neither will ring and it will have been a silly waste of my lunch hour, but oh well.

But I think just the yumminess of the rain, the prospect for time in the studio tonight, and plans to have coffee with Saul tonight are cheering me up a teensy tiny bit. That, and I'm determined to find a way to "buck up and deal" so I'll probably be more normal optimistic self again pretty darn soon.

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Recently Listened to: Tori Amos Boys For Pele, Poe Haunting


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