Spring hasn't quite sprung, but it almost feels like it's getting dangerously close these last couple of days. It's been bright. It's been frankly gorgeous-looking outside all today, but too bloody cold to actually go out in. It's almost painful to look at it.

It's doing something strange to my head. I'm all anxious, full of energy that I can't direct, and nothing much seems to be able to hold my attention. Actually, it's more like the prospect of focusing on one thing for any length of time seems unappealing.

When we have good weather in February, all the trees and flowers get confused. They poke their little heads up for some sunshine thinking "At last, winter's over!" and then a mere week later, their poor frosted buds are wishing they'd stayed indoors.

Maybe that's what's happening to me.

Or, maybe I'm just waiting for the ice to break. 

Amy Winehouse is on the cover of The List, which mean that every time I walk down the street, there's a picture of her, and the text of her name, on placards outside newsagents. This causes me consternation, because I read the text, and I have no context for it. "Winehouse", that doesn't mean anything. So my brain does a sort of click-spin thing and comes up with "Limehouse" and starts singing the Breeders song of that name.

Except that I'm still looking at the same text, so in my head, I end up substituting the lyrics "In a limehouse" with "Amy Winehouse".

It was nice of Kim Deal to write her a theme song, wasn't it?