There's times I wish I could say exactly what I want here, but not doing so keeps me from whining. I complain a lot in my mind, and get tired of hearing myself. Will I survive teenager-hood? I know I'm not alone, but that doesn't make it any easier.

It's cloudy. It's rainy. For the first time in over a week. It will keep me from doing any work outside, and that's actually a good thing. I plan to do something unusual this morning: I'm going to catch up on episodes of Lost and Brothers and Sisters. I have a DVR now and I've been recording my shows. It's so much better than a VCR. I really don't know what I'll be doing today. We'll see.

I've had a constant companion on my porch. I tried to keep her from making a nest, but while I was in NY she made a big one and immediately laid eggs. At least I can still sit on my porch. She just flies away when I go outside.


I'm in a totally blah and bummed out mood. I've been on the couch for over two and a half hours. I'm not really going to watch TV. What was I thinking? The sun has come out; I guess the rain won't start back up for hours, and when it does, it's supposed to be hard and last for over 48 hours. Yuck. I think the best thing for me would be to change clothes and go for a walk. I'll really try to write again later.