I spent last night reading old Nancy Drew books and banging out maudlin Cosettefic. And I finally tried on my graduation gown, which is a little too large and a little too short and makes me look like a cross between a classy surgeon and an angel from a low-budget foreign film. Really, if it were gathered at the waist, shortened several inches, and a few modifications were made to the sleeves, the thing would probably make a rather nice dress. But alas, the anemic llama look is required by Those Who Know Best for The Big Day. Besides, Medusa would probably disown me if I started experimenting. Now I have an urge to go sew something. Egad. Haven't done that in a long time, and there are reasons.

Instead, methinks I will go read some more old books. The Last Unicorn is sounding appealing.

Incidentally, it was raining earlier today, and rather hard. As in, tornado warning in the neighboring counties hard. Appropriate, but a bit overdone.

I will not make a crack about canceling my subscription. I will not.

Adieu.