can you paint a portrait of a day?

So, i woke up dead this morning. The only elaboration i can offer is this: Have you ever seen a cake or dessert called "Death By Chocolate"? That's actually not funny to me anymore.

(My computer cord is curling itself into a curiously accurate rendition of the Golden Spiral.)

Finally talked to the homeless guy who walks by every evening i'm at work. Noticed his feet were dirty and bare, so i called out, and asked him what size shoe he wore. The answer, after some thought, was, "ten." i told him my boyfriend had an extra pair of boots he didn't need, but that he wore a size thirteen. Dang! The guy told me that he "was okay", in a very thoughtful and finite way. i think he was trying to tell me not to worry about him. i said, "are you sure?" and we sized each other up for a second, after which he reaffirmed his previous statement. He said "God bless", and off he went. Striking blue eyes.

Lavender roses that smelled like a dream, and aching feet. Dog slobber on my hands and no moon tonight.

Um, what else? Song of the Day: it's a toss-up between Hope and Bob; guess i'll go with both, because the sound quality of the first song ain't so great.

TTFN.