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Monday, April 28:

I admit I was feeling a tad down. Can't quite place it. I had had a superb time at writing- churning up a 16 page chapter, featuring my pacifist character and the murderous villain, in only two days- and that had put me in a "at peace" feeling. I always hate when I think I can't write. I really bugs me... I feel as if I'm loosing my ability and, most of the time, I am (for the time being, until I'm able to pick back up my imagination and fly with it).

So I had to work. Big surprise. Course I had to close and, well, I've been doing more openings than closings these days, so I guess it was a nice surprise. I still would rather work the morning- gives me the illusion I still have time to do stuff when I get off my shift. Anyway, so I was feeling a tad down. I forced myself to smile, to bounce around in my happy mood, helping costumers and putting away the ungodly amount of stock we had received that week. We're still not done, by the way. Yay. rolleyes

About five or so my cashier, Donna (the one worker I'd do almost anything for; she's such a sweetheart!), called me on the phone. In a thrilling, sing-song voice she said, "there's someone here to see you"!

Of course, by now, I'm puzzled. I told her I'd come up, thinking it was another one of those elderly customers who wanted to see the manager just to simply find the toilet paper (it's happened before; apparently they don't trust the knowledge of cashiers). No matter what, I hurry up to the front, thinking I'd have to do a return or something.

It was Billy! Man, I can't tell you how happy I was to see him. I had been having a cruddy day and just seeing him made me perk up, feeling a whole lot better. I brightened- happy I could stop and talk with him and take a break from stocking the heavy containers of lavender and lemon scented bleach.

Now, before I continue, let me reminder the readers that I sometimes dress in an "eccentric/Gothic" style. Chains, fingerless gloves, crosses, boots, Zim and JtHM shirts... I really go all out sometimes. Normally I'm in jeans and a hoodie but, from time to time, I dress in my Gothic flair. No matter what I choose to don that day, if I'm anywhere with my friends, I'm wearing the only thing I can safely call my "trademark article of clothing". It's a dog collar, made of a thin strip of brown leather, spiked protruding from it. A lot of people don't realize it's a dog collar, and that's fine with me.

And now, back to the story...

Billy had something for me and, man, I love it! A few weeks ago I had taken a gander at the condition of my dog collar. It's weathered better days, and I was seriously thinking of (sadly) retiring it. It would have been a bittersweet thing to do, but I knew it wasn't made to put up with all the abuse I was giving it.

Anyway, the thing Billy had for me was a brand new collar! Black leather this time, the spikes are bigger; there are rings hanging down from it and, unlike my other collar, this one buckles in the back. Overall it's fantastic! Built a lot better than my other one, it's leather is more sturdy, more "heavy duty". God, I can't thank him enough!

I tried it on the second I got home. Perfect fit! Even mom liked it. Dad, well, he's not a big fan of me dressing Gothic. He doesn't hate it, he just makes fun of me. I, of course, in response to his quips, brush it merely off. No way he's going to make me feel bad when I want to be who I want to be!

Anyway, fellow Whovian, if you're reading this.... THANK YOU!

After Billy had left, I was feeling the best I had in days (or, well, the best feeling since me finishing the Mr. Eff sculpture project of mine). I went back to my duties, a little bit lighter, and happier step in my walk.

Of course, that's when the heaven unleashed it's deluge. Ohio is being struck with the weirdest weather: blistering hot one day, freezing the next with icy rain. Not the greatest for customers, but can I complain? Not really; gives me time to stock with costumers interrupting me.

Outside the sky, at about seven at night, seemed as bright as daylight. The broiling clouds were above, heavy with precipitation (the rain had subsided for the moment). I took a moment to look outside, wondering if anymore costumers would brave the weather and head out. I gasped, staring at a beautiful event.

"Donna, look! Look at this rainbow!"

It's body was arched, stretching endlessly to the sky. It was rising from up and behind my mom's store down the road, right in the shopping plaza. Large, it's colors bright and bold against the stark sky, it was a breathtakingly special moment forever frozen in time.

You know, a lot of people don't stop to admire nature's beauty these days. Sure enough, there was a fantastic specimen of a rainbow. I really can't stress enough to people to stop and enjoy life and not to go rushing about, being unhappy as you try to survive in this crazy world. What point is there in life if you can't enjoy the finer things, free, often given to you by the world itself? There's too much sadness in the world; let's try to enjoy the little moments that won't last for long, but are there to grace our lives with happiness just for that little, small frame of time.

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