i think PMS might be upon us. there’s no other reason i can think of that would explain why i spent the last 10-12 minutes sitting on the couch with tears streaming down my face while watching a “A League of Their Own.” i mean, if i hadn’t seen this movie about 382 times, the crying would make sense. but well, you know, i’ve seen it. a lot. but there i was crying and crying and crying and generally getting more than a little bitter that the kid sister in the movie is such an unrepentant brat. i have some older sister issues, clearly.

golly, it’s been a nice, brainless saturday. i feel so much better. just shopping and scarf-making and movie-watching, just not thinking. it feels so good.