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Rain in March

It's raining! How unusual! How perfectly baguio-esque! I'm spending today at home, ALONE, in pyjamas with six albums of Van Morrison on shuffle and loop. I'm eating chocolate and cold leftovers, and writing all day. I refuse to brush my teeth. I refuse to change clothes. I refuse to drive for the Artist-in-residence. (Number 1 biker boy has agreed to do that, thank goodness.) When Van Morrison gets irritating I'll shift to Tom Waits. I'll drink as much coffee and tea as I like and then after dinner I'll switch to the bottle of Bailey's that we got for xmas. I'll have the Bailey's on the rocks. Now this is premenstrual bliss if there were ever such a thing.

(Oh I hope the roof doesn't leak. Now that would really ruin my day.)
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Mayumi Masaya said…
jealous of the rain. specifically rain in baguio. ang sarap ng eksena mo, ma'am!

it is sleeting here. it's about as comforting as cold chicken soup. blecchh...
21 March 2007 at 02:34
engkantada said…
Ahh, Baguio rain, guided by id...what more can you ask for?
22 March 2007 at 15:05
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