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The weather has been fluctuating. Very indecisive of it, I say. It really ought to make up its mind. (Then again I could say much the same of myself.)

I've been having a few adventures, which is nice. Even being profoundly irritated is a pleasant change from sitting in the house and not having any decent sunlight. My earbuds went sort of mad and fell apart this week, and I liked them very much and had only bough them about a month or so ago. (The ones which came with the iPod went bad in one ear fairly quickly, too. I seem to have horrible, horrible luck with earbuds, and I don't even do anything particularly daring with them. I can't remember ever getting either pair wet, or stepping on them, or electrocuting them. Very odd.) So I took them back to Wal-Mart hoping they would exchange them despite the fact that I was recieptless (technically Mum bought them for me), the earbuds looked mauled (one bit fell off, and then the wires started coming out, and I swear I did nothing), and were stuffed into a decapitated remnant of the original packaging. Astonishingly enough, no questions were asked: I only had to show the woman at the Customer Service desk my earbuds and she was going to let me walk off with a new pair. Until she asked for identification.

I have library cards, right? Library cards and some outdated gift cards I never remember to throw out; I don't drive yet, so that's out, and I only recently acquired my Social Security card (the other Official Thing By Which We Can Tell You Are Legally Human), and tend not to carry it around with me, since aren't you not supposed to in case you get mugged? I haven't memorised it either, though, which I reckon is not of the good. Well, really, it wasn't, because unless I could prove by the Government Sanctioned Manner that I was in fact human and allowed to take things out of stores and use them as I pleased, I could not exchange my earbuds.

There should be a dramatic end to this story, or at least an amusing one, but mainly what happened was that I left, tore through my desk to find my social security card, and came back the next afternoon, Legally Human. It sounds really flat when you put it that way, actually. I mean, there was the other exciting bit when I ranted all the way home (yea, even out loud) about the evils of capitalism and how this wouldn't have been a problem a hundred years ago, and back then we could even still barter, couldn't we?, and I shook my fist at the heavens and thought about blaming Joss Whedon or some hapless gnomes, but otherwise -- thoroughly excised of drama. Alas.



Also have been out and about with Alessandra (and Mum, today); our new tradition is to sing songs from "Once More, With Feeling" as we walk places. The weather was so nice yesterday that I opened my windows, and then I climbed out on the roof and sat watching a rainstorm come in and listened to music and got wet, and I think I had a little zing of sharp vivid feeling, just for a moment or two. If only it would get properly warm. I've never felt so hungry for sunlight, almost physically in need of it (well, maybe I'm vitamin deficient, but that takes a lot of romance out of things), as though lying out and letting the daylight soak into me would solve a lot of things. Maybe it would. The sun's finally begun to come into the house -- it was withdrawn all winter, not only because the sky was overcast almost constantly (something I only recently realised), but -- it just stayed. In the summer and most of the autumn the hallway and my bedroom in particular went golden all over when the sun set every evening; lately the sunsets have been only noticeable because suddenly it's more dark outside than it was previously.

I have memes due. I shall get to them soon, forsooth.