magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

there was an article in the newspaper a couple of days ago about a contest to write the worst opening line of a story. i woke up about six this morning with a really terrible opening line in my head, and got up to write it down. i don't ever actually get out of bed to write down any of the good things that i compose in that half asleep state.

didn't make any notes about the couple of dreams that i was sure i'd remember either. and do i? of course not.

there was some nice heavy rain today, but beyond that nothing too exciting happened.