The girl at the corner store seems to give me more attention than I'm worth. I'm pretty sure I'm not just imagining it. She's seems to make a concerted effort every other time I see her to spark conversation. I don't know what to make of it or do, if doing or making's really what it calls for.

I find it funny how, even when the sun is out, people stay inside. It's like they're in love with the concept of good weather more than its actuality. I speak for myself, too.