2005-02-08
the first bus
The light was glowing and in the reflection of what was the shadow of the headlights and the seat behind me, I saw my face all covered in a green. Okay. Here it is. Coated in color.
I get there and my name is Fiona Mitch, I guess... and I am so congested that I knew she would write that and not Midge. So she wrote it and I said hello and it was so nice to see that face smiling at my face.
And that he might, possibly, jeopardize losing sleep to see me... makes me pretty happy with today.
But today was such a bad day with PMS wanting to cry so bad and then laugh so hard and smile so much and have lumps in my throat so solid that I could hardly hold in the grim face that everyone noticed. I walked outside and I thought I was going to hell until Jeff told me I should cheer up every once in a while. Thank god. Thank you for listening to me and forgiving me for saying to him that You didn't bless him when he sneezed. Hm.
And skiing was amazing.
oilandwater at 9:10 p.m.