Lurve me, lurve me not
Whenever I’m the only person on a bus, and I pass another bus packed with people, some standing, I have to fight the urge to raise the roof, get up and do the cha cha, and otherwise joyfully dance down the spacious aisle and upon the empty seats with glee. That happened on the way home last night.
I think I need to find a new book. Right now I’m reading "Rachel’s Holiday" by one of my favorite authors, Marian Keyes, but it’s set in a rehab clinic where the main character is Rachel, a cool, if not somewhat deluded 27-year old, and everyone else is a bunch of old guys. Oogy. I got "The Nanny Diaries". Maybe I’ll start it early.
