September 17th, 2008



I went back to sleep after the alarm went off. I guess for most people this would spell "Oh Noes!" but for me, it was "Yay! Whee!" For the last few weeks I've been waking up before the alarm and being unable to go back to sleep, and that's one of the signs I look for that I'm sliding into depression. On Sunday, I made a pact with myself that if it continued through this week, along with the other sign that'd popped up (forgetting to eat unless reminded), I'd go to the doctor.

So last night when I got home and stuffed my face with red meat and ice cream (not together), then slept through my alarm to wake up to sunshine streaming in, it was cause for a joyous leap. Which always looks dignified in pyjamas, and surprises the dogs.

I also woke up with something akin to enthusiasm for going to lectures. And to cap it all off, NO STOCKINGS! And I'm not cold.

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Today - short green floaty skirt, black boatneck top, stompy boots and no stockings. Did I mention the no stockings?

No stockings make me happy. In the immortal words of Maxi Jazz:

Nights out with no fights
Parking with no lights
Bare legs, no tights
Love at first sight.

Make of that what you will.