Damp day.

I think the first person who felt the rainy-day-need to write something to concrete that rainy-day-feel would be exactly the person that I would want to spend this rainy-day-night with.

I made a discovery today in regards to the melodrama that *always* strikes me when I get my hair cut: I'm *always melodramatic when it comes to haircuts. It's not that bad. But I still bought a shirt that was on sale to make myself feel better. I made another discovery whilst queuing: I really am a girl.

Tonight I'm going to watch one of the old movies of my childhood that I got through a DVD sale -- another purchase, yes, but guiltless, because ever since I realized that I couldn't find my favorite childhood book online (Here's Pippa, if anyone ever stumbles across it in an old book store and would like to get it for me -- but only the paperback with the tan and green cover), I realized that if I find something that belongs to my childhood, I have to have it belong to the present again, because eventually it should belong to the future, a future that might have my children in it, and I want to watch them make it their eventual past. Guiltless. It's for them.

I'm in a state of in-betweens, and maybe that's what's brought on all the recent peculiarities. I'm in-between studies, i.e. on a study break (that ends first thing tomorrow morning), I'm in-between musical tastes (jumping between jazz and anything that falls in the "heartsore" genre, call it what you will), I'm in-between books (just finished the third book of the break, how accomplished!) and probably should start reading another so I can manage my time a little better, i.e. my fantasy-reality time. I always work better when I've got a book to count on -- it's like having a relationship. On a bad day, there's something to count on to make it better, or at least put it out of mind for a while. Convenient. Not as comforting, but I'm not complaining.

I miss you, Mom.