Sweeping the Clouds Away

Remember when I said I would be all busy with the spring trees and whatnot? Apparently I lied. I am bored as a mofo up in here; it's dismally gray and cold, to the point that even a mini-shopping trip didn't improve my mood. Although I did get new jeans that don't fall off my ass. In any case, I woke up feeling restless and strange which, I can tell you, is not a great combination. I have a list of things a mile long I should be doing in my final days of freedom, none of which sound appealing: decide what I'm going to do this summer and look for a job, piles of laundry calling to me from my suitcase, spring clothes to liberate and sweaters to pack away.

So far all I've managed to decide is that I will pick up my friend from the airport at 12:30 and go to pilates later this afternoon. I also have some episodes of Alias season 4 to watch and A History of Violence. None of these options were on my list of things I should be doing. And yet...

Yesterday I rescued my plant from my parents place. Not that they weren't taking good care of it, the thing is huge. It's just that the cats tend to go a little crazy around any type of greenery and I didn't want my poor plant cannibalized. I also watched Mad Hot Ballroom; I only cried a little when the kids pulled off that amazing tango.

Now my sunburn is starting to itch a little. A reminder of sunnier days. It will peel and fade and then I'll be left with just the memories of April Vacation 2006. Summer's right around the corner. Almost there.