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Winter just sprung in to Summer

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It has been over 90 degrees for the past two days. And it�s March 8. 90 degrees. It will be in the eighties all week.

Methinks Winter just sprung in to Summer, over night.

It�s nice, yes. The main drawback, though, is that all of our lovely snow isn�t going to last in weather like this. :(

The Sopranos was good last night, what?

I�m avoiding writing about the men in my life, because frankly I am just angry at all men this morning. I�ll write about them later, after the smoke clears (actually, it�s not that bad a tale to tell. I just have PMS, so I pretty much don�t like anybody at the moment).

Sadly, I have nothing else of interest about which to write. I have more thoughts about Howard Stern, the FCC, just who decides what is �obscene� and who is going to get pulled off the air next and under what pretense, but...well, frankly I just don�t feel like spouting them today. I�m too busy pouting about boys and sex and the fact that my back hurts.

So - hasta, kids!

~~~

Word of the Day for Monday March 8, 2004

idyll EYE-dl, noun:

1. A simple descriptive work, either in poetry or prose, dealing with simple, rustic life; pastoral scenes; and the like.

2. A narrative poem treating an epic, romantic, or tragic theme.

3. A lighthearted carefree episode or experience.

4. A romantic interlude.



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