I had another Diaryland dream, too, which involved orange livestock, station wagons, and Mam'selle Mel, who had somehow pierced her eyelashes, hired a maidservant, and bought a summer home in Beverly Hills. Erk.

I should go do something... Its finally warmed up outside, which is a bit annoying but still a nice change. Which is why I'm sitting here in my long pants and three shirts mentally making faces at the open window.

Coherent entry forthcoming, really...

Adieu.