At the risk of becoming too personal (hey, it's my blog, right?), I'll tell you that being a woman can be a pain in the ass. Let's put it this way: I ain't pregnant (oh, god! Not that I was trying! I'm just being cute! I should erase this paragraph. I have cramps, that's all). Erg. Quite miserable, but made happier by reading out on the porch, something I actually hadn't done since I moved here. It's really damn loud out there, with the freeway right in front of it, and I wasn't sure how it would work. Then I realized that it doesn't really need to be quiet in order to read. Dur. I planted some flowers (in pots) a couple of weeks ago, and I went out to keep the tomatoes and jasmine company. Oh, heaven. It's sunny but not too hot (sorry, Claudia), and I read myself into a state of bliss. Still rather sun-struck.
Now I'm in the house, listening to iTunes Party Shuffle on my new speakers, running through my new external hard drive. (With PMS comes that frantic Must Scrub Behind The Toilet Oh Must Go To CompUSA NOW manic thing. Do you get that?) I hadn't realized how nervous I'd been about keeping all my photos and writing and music on my laptop until I dumped it all into an 80gig metal box and breathed a deep sigh of relief. I do keep my writing in online storage, also, and I have the important photos on CD backup. But otherwise, I'm terrible at backing things up, and I'd HATE to lose all my music. I only have two days worth on my iTunes, but it's good stuff, man.
Short attention span today. Have you been to Iris's blog recently? Her Moscow posts have been awesome.
And to Greta's new pose to match her fabby new sweater, The Greta. I'm so going to do this on the next sweater. Remind me, okay?