i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
my weekend

"You can't plant me in your penthouse, i'm going back to my plow."

This weekend has been very busy and pretty fun.

Russ was looking at my stuff and was pretty impressed with what i'v done so far without help teaching, graphics programs or page builders, so he proposed a joint project so he can teach me many new things. My only current project was the WTW site and he was just way too excited.

i have lost much sleep and there's not a complaint in the world over it. Due to some unexpected SNAFU-type situations with the Irish consulate, i get to keep my best friend a little bit longer, and i am enjoying as much of it as i can all while learning from a master things i am ready to jump into and try.

We are almost done (or, rather, Russ is almost done and i'm still pointing, discussing choices in depth, suggesting ideas, and watching. Soaking it all up like a bone dry sponge in a pool!) and O.Penguin saw it last night when i introduced him and Gregg to Russ to get their content for the important text pieces . . . i was worried that if he didn't swallow and breathe there might be problems, but he eventually came to and it was a party from then on . . .

Some of us did some manual labor for food at the department manager's house on Saturday and working 12 hours on Sunday and that's about it.


"Drops of Jupiter" ~ Train
"Imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken, your best friend always sticking up for you ~ even when i know you're wrong"


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confessed on 2001-04-22