i'm all clouded by my own spring fever & by my delirious love for the thunderstorm tonight, which seems now to have worked itself down into just rain: very sweet-smelling & turning the roads all hiss-ish outside.
all i can think about is going to kentucky two weeks from tomorrow: driving in my summer clothes down the interstate with my mother & then sequestering myself with a stack of novels inside (& atop the roof of) my parents' house for a week. i have a hundred things to do between now & then but all i want to do is pick up little scraps of paper to start what-to-pack lists upon.
