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.