Boy, I've had nothing to say. I thought about deleting the journal this week. Something's happened where I feel censored all the time, like probably anything that rolls out of my mouth naturally would be offensive to someone. No one said this---it's just me.
But this is just a stupid journal. What difference does anything make?
Ok.
Please stop talking, Deanna.
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I've been a whinebag about spring getting here faster. Wowee--- it's here! Butterflies and tiny tiny flowers and my first ladybug yesterday.
This is not the actual ladybug I mentioned. He asked to remain anonymous.
I'm not a sunbather. Oh no, I'm actually white as snow. But I'm a (fully dressed) lizard in that I need to go outside at least once a day to bask in the sun. I also need the colors and smells of spring to be alive.
Sunlight is magical, I say.
I don't think I can wait through another fall/winter to feel happy again. Next winter I might just turn into a stone statue.
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A nice German fellow named Philipp bought a "Lonely Seamonster" book last year and translated it into German so that the kids in his family could read it. A few days ago he sent me a little bound copy of his translation, which is neato:
Doesn't "seamonster" seem much cuter when spelled "seemonster?" I think so, but I don't know why.
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