spew.

i'm listening to damien rice and reading weather reports about predictions of a tornado outbreak. tonight. or today. or this evening. with F5 tornadoes. and straight-line winds.

and i keep listening. to damien rice. and i write a little. branding copy. then i check the storm warnings. nothing here. yet.

so i write some more.

and think. and read a brand brief. and then a creative brief. and then i go back to my copy. writing about siding and donuts and Sonic. not all at once. but all today.

it's dark outside.

and i'm tired.

sleepy. hungry. would-really-like-some-chocolate tired.

but i'm thankful. to be writing instead of sleeping.

listening to damien rice. on a rainy day.

today is my 1-month wedding anniversary.

saturday we bought a real, grown-up wrought iron patio set. with chairs that rock. (or tilt) or whatever. i think they have some sort of spring that allows them to move. b loves them. i love them.

we keep being in-sync. thinking the same thoughts at the same time. i'm on the phone calling the place where we got his wedding band to complain that it's already scuffing and he sends me an ichat at the same instant about the same thing.

i love that we're like that. i once heard it described as having twin thoughts.

i keep a bag of chips in my desk drawer. and i'm not kidding when i tell you that i go through one bag a week.

they're guiltless gourmet. but i have a (tiny) bit of guilt.