And would you fuck me? Because I'd fuck me.

Yesterday was a pretty great day. I took the boys to BAM, where we got to play with Jessica some, and I read another chapter of Dry by Augusten Burroughs. (Just now, I went here to see if I was spelling his name correctly, I stumbled across his blog.) After work I went to BBBS, where I met Jessica, my new little! She's 8 years old and wonderful. I took her to Park Blvd. to visit with the dogs and cats; we really didn't do much except visit, but that was pretty wonderful. She has a little brother who is just to die for- amazing. I'm really excited about this match. Nikki, my little of last, moved away without telling me... her parents were awful... I hope she ends up okay.

While at my parents' house, I finally got two books I'd ordered forever ago! A Softer World: Truth and Beauty Bombs and Legitimate Art: An Animals Have Problems Too Collection. At some point last year, Jessica gave me Toothpaste for Dinner: Hipsters, Hamsters, and Other Pressing Issues book... so I now have three books based off web comics. What a loser.

Last night was fairly unproductive, and I went to bed at 10 or so. Crazy. Now I'm passing time before my Freshman Composition class. I suppose I could be working on a rough draft essay due in Nature Writing at 1, but then I'd have nothing to do during Freshman Comp. ... today's lesson is on the concluding paragraph of a five paragraph essay... a whole class... about the closing...

Anyway, instead of paying attention to that, I'll be working on a paper that is inspired by this quote from Thoreau:

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of hte slightest dew that falls o it; adn did not spend out time atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.

I think that's lovely. In nature writing we've touched quite a bit on synchronicity, and I've fallen in love with the term. My most recent encounter with this lovely phenomenon: Sunday, Jess, O'Brian, Lance, Tyler, and I ate at Cracker Barrel, and Jess and I put our table name as Thoreau; I got this assignment the next day. I'm waiting for a third occurrence.

Speaking of things I'm in love with at the moment: the new "generous nation" campaign by the ad council. You've probably heard the commercials on the radio... the line is "Don't almost give- give." They sure got us on this one, kids... how many times a day do we almost do things? I've probably posted about 30 different things I plan to do, but I haven't done them yet. I feel like every time the ad comes on television, they are talking to me. And they are. And they're right. They've got me pegged. As a personal favor, would you please help keep me accountable? I don't want any more almost giving in my life. I don't want any more almost givings or almost I-love-yous.