September 11, 2003 :: 12:45 a.m.
I hate thinking up titles for these things
So here's the thing. I'm wearing a sweatshirt. And fleece pants. And monkey slippers. In my bedroom. And I'm still cold. Still. This is insanity. The weather has been fantastic lately, but it's starting to get chilly at night. I always comes as a shock to me how brief the transitional seasons really are... fall and spring hardly get their designated 3 months to play out. It's more like a 1/5/1/5 thing, with summer and winter gobbling up all but a few short weeks throughout the year. Greedy bastards.
Is this week over yet? Seriously. It's taking fucking forever. I feel like tomorrow should really be like the 24th or something. I realize that it is indeed September 11th, that hallowed date that will forever be the anniversary of terrorism and death and tragedy and what have you, but to be honest I don't have a damn thing to say about it. Instead, I choose to wish Adam's grandma a happy birthday and eat a celebratory cookie in her honor. I will as soon as I make them, anyway. So tomorrow afternoon, there will be cookies. And celebration. And then I'll go to my stupid night class, for which I need to write something but can't because I seem to be suffering from a severe case of writers' block. Or it could also be because I don't actually have an assignment. Was I wrong in expecting assignments? Or even simple topics and prompts to get me started? This guy, while interesting, gives us nothing. I could have forgone the class and spent my Thursday evenings at home giving myself no ideas if that's what I was looking for, you know. Grrr.
Anyway, I'm tired. Way tired. It�s 1:26 in the a.m. now - past my bedtime, really. I'll update tomorrow with an excruciatingly detailed account of my cookie-eating celebration. And no, that's not a threat, it's a promise.
'Night.
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