Too Much Stuff

I take it back. I do know what I want.

I want to go somewhere warm and sunny. I want a week of 75 degree weather and bright, golden sunshine, and air that smells good. I want to lie on my back on the grass and feel the earth under my body and the sun on my face and be able to breathe. I want to not *have* to do anything, unless I choose to.

I want to sleep until I wake up, and go outside, and walk around and look at pretty things. I want to go to botanical gardens and zoos and hike into wild places and eat whatever I want and jump up and down and run and dance and then fall down on the grass again.

Barring that, I at least want this headache to go away.

Someday.....

iMood

It's kind of adorable, in a spooky electro-psychic way, how hard my poor little iPod is trying to cheer me up. The random shuffle is always an interesting divination tool, but I realized it was doing its level best to force a mood reboot when it pulled out, in a row, 'Rubber Duckie,' Tom Smith's 'Really Sick Note,' 'Dancing Queen,' and Warren Zevon's 'Hula Hula Boys.'

Poor little gizmo. I wish I had its determination and conviction.....