Daily Archive: October 17, 2004

Dreary day of non-stop rain, lowering clouds, white mist, wet roads. Sleeping in helps. Ignoring the state of the house helps. Reading a good book when I should be cleaning helps. Butterflies in stomach are not for the concert today, but for the first day at a new job tomorrow. They start early, those butterflies, so they can really sink their fangs in. After the concert, the final song stays in my head for several hours. I have my own private mental chorus. Pi da me la! I feel like an octopus. 8 arms waving around madly, each one full...