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Apr. 17th, 2001 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireCold front, and the wind blows wildly. I woke up to the sound of rain last night. Woke up again and again. It's the kind of day he would love, except for the wind. The kind of day that makes me a little sad and a little scared. I'm afraid of grey skies, for many reasons. Mostly because of the grey sky that January, and how I felt like I was floating up into the rare snow...
Almost everything is packed away, the most important things anyways. My life reduced to cardboard and packing tape, wrapped in newspapers. I have loads of laundry to do before I sleep. Glasses and dishes and kitchen things to pack away. I will miss looking out the window and glass doors at the trees.
Tatyana gets my boxes when I'm done with this, in exchange for a celebratory round of vodka at her apartment. A pity she will be moving soon.
I know why I've felt hafl sick so often lately. The mimosa trees are blooming. Gorgeous feathery pink flowers I'm allergic to. Sigh. Of all the things to be allergic to...
Almost everything is packed away, the most important things anyways. My life reduced to cardboard and packing tape, wrapped in newspapers. I have loads of laundry to do before I sleep. Glasses and dishes and kitchen things to pack away. I will miss looking out the window and glass doors at the trees.
Tatyana gets my boxes when I'm done with this, in exchange for a celebratory round of vodka at her apartment. A pity she will be moving soon.
I know why I've felt hafl sick so often lately. The mimosa trees are blooming. Gorgeous feathery pink flowers I'm allergic to. Sigh. Of all the things to be allergic to...