Rain drops keep falling on my head

Tonight I'm going to sleep with the lullaby of raindrops outside of my window. The first spring rain storm has hit, and it's warm enough to sleep with the windows open. To hear the sound of the rain hitting the balcony outside of my bedroom.

There is no better way to fall asleep than to the sound of rain.

O.k., there is, but since it's been well, um, about a month since that's happened (go ahead, say it, TMI), we'll just go with the rain, 'k?

I've been having dreams of new and old lately. New living arrangements. New people. And old friends. And old *ahem* acquaintences. The other night, one dream was so vivid I could have sworn I actually spoke to that person. He was rightthere. But he wasn't. Which I hate, but can't really do anything about. It's not my fault I still think about him. More than I should.

Damn memories.

Tomorrow the resume is being handed in. I'm getting up earlier than usual so I can get in to work earlier, before all the nosey nosies arrive and finish polishing it up. A few clips will be copied and voila! One application for a full time reporting position piping hot and fresh off the copy machine.

Here's to hoping the editor who receives it likes the flavor.