blahblahblahblahblahblah

I feel like just brainstorming. I'm looking around my room and searching for something that will spark what it is that I want to talk about but there's nothing certain, nothing just beating down the walls to be heard. I see the Skechers shoe box that I use as a trash can and a chair full of clean clothes that I haven't made time to hang or fold---it just easier to pick the clothes from the pile as I need them and then put them in the dirty basket which hides away in the closet. No rain this weekend! I want to lay in the warmth of the sun, on the sand; feel each grain exfoliate between my toes and dry my hands. The songs ripped to my laptop are nearing the 2000 count and I'm not sure what that means exactly. It means that I have music wherever I go. That's comforting somehow.