Monday, July 21, 2003
at 9:07 PMThe Cabbage Squawks
I resent my eggs. Surely they know of a better (less disgusting and painful) method to exit my system. From four to seven days out of every month I am miserable. Damn the menstrual cycle to theoretical Hell.
This evening I shoved my tuition in an envelope and stuck that in the mailbox. I am ready for school, except for that whole little business of transporting my person there. I still haven't tested for my license. I keep forgetting to ask Josh to let me take the test with his car.
I mailed letters to my friends Jing and Erika. I still prefer handwritten correspondence to e-mails and instant messaging. Writing forces me to consider my choice of words more. I still don't feel entirely natural posting on my blog, and I've been doing so for more than a year now.
I've been sleepy all day (Six Flags wore me out), but I've been avoiding my bed because I just consumed a turkey sandwich and ice cream a little while ago. I also had some strawberries. Strawberries are goodness. At any rate, I thought I would sneak through the whole day without eating anything, but then I fixed that sandwich. Sandwiches are goodness, too.
It is time for bed.
