| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sweetheart fever Well in a concerted effort to just stop my bitching, I woke up this morning and tried a new approach. Instead of pulling out some minimalist chic (read: all black) outfit from the closet, I got out my brand new brown knee-high boots and paired them with my knee-length A-line denim skirt and oh-so-cute light brown corduroy shirt � the one with the pearl Western snaps and embroidered roses on the bed. Very Dale Evans. Then I put on some deep red lipstick and � since the eye is much better today � celebrated with some sparkly eyeshadow and several coats of ultra-black mascara. Sort of an urban cowgirl-in-spring look. I mean, screw this depression shit � right? Right. I know, I know� I can�t control the mood swings or the being tired or the aches � or even the styes. But on a bright pre-Spring morning I can wake up and look in the mirror and for a few fleeting seconds like what I see and put on a nice outfit and actually look forward to the day. Sometimes I can do that� 3:30 pm - 03.04.03
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