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Apr. 2nd, 2001 08:44 amI had a good dream for once. I was talking with Professor P. and walking around these outdoor bookshelves filled with glass curios and old Czech books and newspapers from major cities around the world. We sat on the edge of this blue pond lined with white tile, along with some other people in the Prague class. Mike had his legs in the water, and I was watching a big trout swim past. Professor P. somehow scooped these tiny black and white shells out of the pond and threw them to us. It sounds strange but felt so peaceful and wonderful. I wanted to stay there and not wake up this morning.
It's grey outside again. I wonder how often my mood is affected by the weather. Probably not enough vitamin D. I feel plant-like, stretching my arms up to the sun. One day at the pool was enough to start the tan line. I've always had my father's skin. Forgot to note yesterday that those blue flowers I like so much seem to come in all kinds of colors.
Time to find a way to school inbetween the clouds.
It's grey outside again. I wonder how often my mood is affected by the weather. Probably not enough vitamin D. I feel plant-like, stretching my arms up to the sun. One day at the pool was enough to start the tan line. I've always had my father's skin. Forgot to note yesterday that those blue flowers I like so much seem to come in all kinds of colors.
Time to find a way to school inbetween the clouds.