"When We Were Walking In the Alabama Rain..."

!!! Late-night horse rescue!

Waen and I just put them up all right, though. ^__^ And Sam slobbered apple all over my shoulder, and Rosie nearly trod on me.

I love walking in wet grass in moonlight. And I think Waen liked me. Was happy with me. I am sure that makes sense; I just do not think I have expressed it eloquently. But for a little while, I was so happy, and it isn't quite worn off.

My mood swings are revolting.

But Sam! And Rosie! And Waen! And the moonlight!

Oh.

"I've Got a Heart Like a Cadillac..."

Came home from the library just two hours ago, where everything was at fever pitch--the librarian brought her granddaughter again, and yet again I wish to make it quite clear that I am having fish, not children, when I am grown. Waugh. She so-- nggg. Ended up not getting everything done, and having to do shelving and cleanup in fifteen minutes after the library was supposed to have closed. You know, every time Cheyenne comes I end up taking care of her the entire time, and I really do not like children at all, but it feels unfair to complain. >_> I imagine that the librarian must be so glad not to have to deal with her tiny little hyperactive charge, after all.

Waen and I checked out a book on 'Cooking on a Nineteenth Century Whaling Ship'. We have decided to have a Moby Dick Party (sort of an anti-HBP thing, I suppose :P) and we're going to make salt pork and plum duff and so on. V. exciting. ^____^

I am not wearing any jewellery or scarves to-day, nor will I be until at least next Wednesday. However, mostly because the only trousers I have are either enormously too big or else irritatingly too small, and also hot, I will still be allowed to wear dresses.

Lillie? I really, really like this musical. The more I listen to it, the more I realise this. It is so much fun, and bweee. ^_^ I likes it. Also, Patchwork Girl arrived at the library and I am four chapters in. After that, it's Tik-Tok of Oz.

Everyone wrote me such wonderful stories to-day. ;_; I have to finish what I've promised everyone. Except that I can't write. *cringes* For heaven's sake. This is ridiculous. But I can't type a word, I truly can't. My writing is so pretentious. *angsts over self*

...And now I must go make myself supper, because I do not like mussels, but did not know what was being made until two minutes ago, so everyone else is ready to eat and I am... not. Because honestly you all really wanted to know that. *facepalms*

"Tell Him So He Understands: I'd Rather Die...!"

I would just like everybody to know that Waen is the most beautiful, wonderful girl in the world, and I love her so much.

Er. No reason. Why do you ask?

silverdragon262, every time I hear 'Alabama Rain' now, I think of Hamlet.