O'Brian, I've developed a slight obsession with this song; it's been on repeat in the car for three days running and no end in sight.
Today was quite busy, but it wasn't nearly as stressful as it could have been. I got off work at six this morning, went home and cooked breakfast, took Jeff to work, came back home and took an hour nap, and went to class at 9:40. I've got one tough teacher and one fairly easy teacher; I've had both before. One is very reading intensive and the other writing intensive. Class was over at 1:50, so I went back home to take another hour nap before I was supposed to go out with my Little. She forgot about our plans, though, so we rescheduled for Thursday. We're going to see Prince Caspian. Sooo, not wanting to mess up my sleep patterns (not that there's much to screw up, considering my inability to sleep enter NREM) I went on to Sheffield and visited Jeff at the pool and then hung out at the house for a bit. I just got back from Sheffield Billiards, and here I am with you, Reader.
A request, if you please, and it's assuming a little, To those of you who read this old thing-- any entries caught your eye recently? And by recently, I mean in the three or four years I've been keeping this thing? One of my proffessor's suggested expanding old blogs into papers for her class. I know a lot of my journal is the simple recording of events which I don't imagine most people read, but every now and then I write about different things on my mind. If you have found anything remotely interesting and would like to suggest an expansion, let me know.
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.
- Grace
- Florence, Alabama, United States
- Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.
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I still really like the post you did a few weeks ago - "It's Not My Fault If You Get Weirded Out". That one really touched me.
I couldn't find the post, but it was from several months ago. There was a part about how you wanted to cook for your significant other, but a part of you was too feminist, but you wanted to show him that you cared, etc, etc. :) I think that internal conflict could be expanded into an excellent paper.
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