may 15, 2001. "not too many hours from this hour..." - chameleons (uk) That line keeps running through my head this week. Not too many hours from this hour we'll be on a plane, chasing the sun to the wedding of the year (I can say that because my wedding was last year.) I'm feeling really low-energy tonight, which I'm sure is my body's cute way of communicating about the reduced calorie program. "So, we can't have any microwave popcorn? Enjoy listlessness, bitch." Blah. Today was cold & misty, a Brontė day if there ever was one. My parents brought my umbrella with them when they visited last week, and after this week of precipitation, I can't imagine how I got through last autumn without my lightweight plaid friend. It's such a simple, elegant engineering idea when you think about it; one of the things we can be proud of when the Martians harshly evaluate our culture in search of sentient advancement. It's made a huge difference to me this week; instead of slouching through the rain and earnestly pretending that I love the "natural" experience of getting soaked, I stride around in my second-hand car coat with my fully-loaded backpack on my back and my lightweight plaid friend over my head. (No, I don't have anything more interesting to talk about today. I spent my day frigging around with tables in Dreamweaver and came home to an empty apartment. I have no energy because of the stupid ill-advised diet that I'm on until the wedding. My biggest achievement was ironing two white shirts. It's not a formula for excitement.) Tommorrow: perilous vacuuming! heart-stopping tidying! will I wash the dishes? will I break my diet? FIND OUT!