Sound Byte (maigrey) wrote,
Sound Byte
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Somehow, I don't seem to have a whole lot to say, These days, I'm thinking a lot of things, but I can't seem to find the urge to articulate them, or write them down on paper. Lists are so much easier -- they're one liners, and don't need to be expanded upon. Journal bites, instead of sound bites.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately. I seem to always bury myself in books when I don't feel like dealing with the outside world. It's so much easier to be immersed in someone else's fantastic world, than my own boring world which includes doing the dishes and work stress. In books, your dog doesn't act like a brat, your cat doesn't shed all over you when giving you affection, the tivo never breaks, and the dishes never have to be done. It's a bubble bath for the soul.

Speaking of books, if you haven't read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, go read that, now. Don't pass go, don't collect $200; hie thee to a bookstore or a library and acquire this. It's one of the most thought provoking and well written books I've read since White Oleander, and it stays with you. I may attempt to start my book club based on this book. I've sort of let that drop to the side.

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I don't know if marigold's dream catcher works to keep away the bad dreams, as I never usually have bad dreams. I've certainly had more vivid dreams since I put up the dream catcher (though I need some fishing line so I can mount it from the ceiling instead of from the ceiling fan). Last night, I was Spy Barbie (but me, not Jennifer Garner), and I had to escape by flying a 747 which I didn't quite manage to land on the water properly, but escaped and saved the day nonetheless.

I woke up with a sore back; That must have been a workout.

I think now I will go find my glasses, see what crazy outfit Serena Williams is wearing today in the US Open and eat ice cream for breakfast, because I can. Then it's shower time, and off to Lou Malnati's to meet friends from out of town for lunch, and scope out the logistics of getting frozen pizzas for those Chicagoans stranded in Minnesota.
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