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Flyering in the snow was more fun than it should have been. I guess when you have an M, Rachael, Tom, and Squall to help, it makes things more silly and good.
Snow angel madness.

I drank too much coffee. I want to sleep, I need to sleep. My body thinks that's stupid.

My hair is short again.

I keep wobbling between extremes of great happiness and profound introspection and melancholy. That can probably be chalked up to hormones, though. Most of my abberations in mood can be blamed on that.

I enjoyed walking home alone in the snow, despite it's efforts to go up my nose while I crossed the Belmont Bridge. I sang Dead Can Dance songs very loudly, as there was no one about to hear me, anyway. The snow swirling about was soothing, and the view from the bridge was lovely. I am always bemused by how bright the snowy nights get, and I love skulking around in my black clothing against all that white.

I just hope it doesn't decide again that melting into my basement is the way to go. I'm finally rid of Lake Belmont and I'd rather keep it that way.