A poem that I used to have taped to my binder in high school just jumped into my head for no particular reason.

The sun comes through plum curtains.
I said-
The sun is gold
in your eyes
It isn't the sun -
You said.

Mmmm. It makes me happy.

Moving on from that, my paper is almost finished. Only 675 words left. Not that I'm counting or anything. Then comes the weekend. Huzzah! It's a wonderfully dreary rainy day out. We needed one of those. I'm enjoying it quite a bit.

* song of the moment: REM - Endgame *