Let's see, let's see.

If you read between the lines of Evan's last post you may conclude that Silver Bay is the best place in the world. This is good, because it's the truth. I like convincing other people of this. Maybe you should stop by when I'm there in August, huh?

My brain is all funny. I keep getting all teary-eyed at emotional-but-not-sad things. And I had horrible dreams last night! The delightful sanatorium of the farmhouse turned into an enormous luxury hotel with metal and marble, but also a real sanatorium in which people were dying and we all sat around watching the news. And then some of you were in a bumper-car pileup and needed rescuing. Oh hormones. I'm going to be such a neurotic mom.
But yesterday I finally ordered a bridesmaid's dress and shoes for my cousin's wedding. Both on sale but unmarked so it was a surprise! Happy happy. Strappy happy shoes. I am already thinking of ways to alter the dress after the wedding so it looks less I-do-y and more cocktail-y.
Next week I get to see my old roommate Cory and then my mom, and after that.... well, New Orleans, hopefully, but we're still working on that.

The guy at the computer behind me is snoring. It mixes with the whirring of the microfiche machines and the clicking of people typing and the occasional giggle from everyone else around and the intermittant snick...snick...snick... of the librarian's stapler.