...so I put on some Patsy Cline.

Sorry, Peter Noone, I promise you'll get your iTunes-time tonight. (I'll Never Dance Again is beautiful nighttime music)

I don't know what to blog about again, so I'll talk about the sun.

The sun is beautiful today because there are no clouds in its way, and the sun is in my eye.

The sun is in the bloody eye that's recovering from a teeny-weeny surgery procedure and that the doc said to try to keep the sun out of.

...but that's partially my fault. There's a gap between the wall and my curtains, and the curtains don't really help much anyway. As I told Fel, me and my stupid 'oOoo... i LOVE these curtains! theyre so sheer and... zen-like!'

But that's okay, because I love the sun (but not as much as the mooon! We like da mooOOOON!!!)

*ahem*

Post begun with: Angel (The Great E)
and completed with: A Dear John Letter (Skeeter Davis and Bobby Bare)