Last night I dreamt it was 1987 again. It seemed like such a strange yet blasé thing to dream, but somehow meaningful nevertheless.

Those beads! That dress! I still have the dress, can you imagine? Stashed away in my bottom drawer.

Arrgh.

Such gloomy wet weather, such unremitting despair. Allow me to express my feelings with song.

I'm Not Dead...

Just very, very tired.

Lingering flu and end-of-school activities have taken all my energy, but hopefully will be able to post more by the end of the month.

In the meantime, I, as well as much of America, need a nap.