I spent hours playing the Sims, then went to Barnes & Noble to buy a book. I had pizza, it rained, I saw a great band play, I saw Rashonda, I bought a CD, I drove home sleepy and went to bed early and woke up reading. Why is this weather so perfect and why does it almost upset me? I think if the weather stayed like this for long enough I'd get inspired and fall in love and start playing and drawing and writting. I don't look too far ahead anymore but I can't say that I don't sneak glances backwards every so often. That band makes me fall in love again evertime I hear them. It really is far too pretty out for me.