Lessons in improving my day...

Was all miserable and overcast this morning, but somewhen in the time I was wandering through town, the clouds burned up and moved on... I only ended up noticing because some random gentleman made a passing comment that it was my smile that sent the clouds away. I laughed, for it was sweet of him to say that it takes a gorgeous girl to make the day brighter, especially when I'm hiding my messy hair under a hat, and my face is still blotchy from the latest outbreak of hormonal zits. Also, it's impossible to tell anything of my womanly figure when I'm in my bulky leather jacket.

It's supposed to be winter here and all that, and yet I wore shorts this weekend for the first time in a long while. I think I was feeling contrary, or maybe I just wanted someone to notice I haven't shaved my legs in about a week. :P It doesn't seem to matter if I wear pants or shorts, or how many pairs of socks... my feet still insist on becoming blocks of ice at the nearest opportunity.

Could not sleep last night, and thus distracted myself watching Black Books, because it's funny. Didn't quite finish the first disc before I got tired enough to try sleep. Have been having dreams of a vivid nature, that promptly become forgotten even as I grasp at the entangled plot lines. Trifle frustrating, but survivable.

Am I invisible because I started hiding, or did I start hiding because I'm already invisible?

Fin.

Instructional

It's suspicious, as only peace and quiet and an almost deserted room can be.

Don't I know that feeling? When a room, particularly one I'm used to seeing filled with people (at least partially), is all empty, or nearly so... it just ain't right and makes a girl downright twitchy. Well, 'til it fills up some or I get so caught up in my little world I don't notice anymore.

It got rainy again, when it was all so very nice and pleasant earlier. Sucky. But then, it is winter and likely to be cold and wet and miserable... just, y'know, I prefer it when I have ways of staying snuggled up and cozy without getting antsy from being stuck inside all day.

Looking for this, looking for that. The scratches on my arm sting, but more as a reminder they're there, than anything. As pain goes, it's of the nothing sort.

Fin.