Today, I am wearing my bright yellow Madagascar soccer '86 T-shirt. I also am wearing my Keen amphibious sneakers, no socks.
What this means: Nearly 80 degrees today, and I am living the dream.
I also learned today that I am afraid of storms even when asleep. I woke up this morning to a thunderstorm, and was sweating. Somehow, I prevented myself from waking up fully, because I only have a complete memory of some thunder and a few lightning flashes, and nothing that I was thinking at that time. I have no idea what time it was.
It's 2 pm and I can't wait until conferences are over for the day so I can go play out by the pond for a little bit.
I don't think I am doing my tv report this week, at least not at length. I didn't watch all of ANTM, just the last bit, and Ghosthunters and Top Chef were both sort of just there. Gilmore Girls on Tuesday was fun, but the previews are deceptive. I recorded Supernatural last night and haven't watched it yet. Basically, all is tension in me and TV isn't doing its job.
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F**k that thunderstorm this morning. Paul was at his parent's house, and it scared the crap out of me. Also, it was right around 6:30 or 7, so it woke me up right before I had to get up for work, and robbed me of the few precious moments of sleep I had left. Basically, I feel your pain...
Too bad we can't swap weather sometimes. The Weather Channel had me all excited about massive dangerous storms rolling in from Iowa last night; but all we got in Middleton were, say, 5 drops of rain and a rumble in the distance. My local LJ friends have been babbling about the amazing lightning displays and baseball-sized hail they experienced, but I think there must have been a tent over the west side.
~SECP
I woke up this morning to that thunderstorm too. I woke up at around 6:36am to the loudest thunderclap I've heard in a while.
ANTM was okay... nothing too spectacular, although I do have a newfound respect for Brooke. I didn't care for her so much before, but I'm starting to like her more.
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