I don't know if they have thunderstorms in England...I certainly haven't experienced one, and I've spent quite a bit of time there. I mean, it rains incessantly, but there's not really any thunder. Today, in Memphis, I woke up to a thunderstorm. It was dark and cool in my room (the perfect temperature), and the thunder was rumbling, a good bit away from my window. That is possibly one of the best things ever: waking up to a thunderstorm...when you can stay in bed and enjoy it. I snuggled up under the covers and breathed deep, trying to picture it far far away from ever being able to harm me, little me, safe in my bed. It rained like hell for a while, and then cleared up, but then, if you live here, you already know this.
Vanessa, I watched one of the Judge shows today...Judge Hatchett. She kept yelling at this guy to stop 'runnin' to [his] mamma!" I learned a great deal about responsibility. I also tried to wax my legs while watching...but the wax I was using was old and ineffective, and therefore...my legs are still...sparatically hairy...because of the inconsistency of the epilady. Stupid epilady.
Here is an article about me: Grammar, but only when I'm not writing my blog...I have my own brand of grammar when blogging.
In any case...it's from one of my favorite blogs, and it is an hilarious slap in the face.
I only cried twice today...they were little snippets of cries even...not full on crying, and I was with Diana...and she timed them...so it was good. I cried over Mexican food...and then made a little joke about it...so...it was one of those laughter through tears things. Surreal. Everything is surreal these days. I said I felt empty...but Diana told me that wasn't the case. I don't know if I'm full...yet...but I must not be empty.