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Early darkness, hormonal dips, or fighting something off? Read: why do I feel like getting under the covers and sleep sleep sleeping til the morning even though it's only 8:30? Does any or every one else east of the Mississippi feel this way? Is it just fall? Because about 9 hours ago I felt euphoric and powerful and excited to be awake, and now...now I'm glad I ate some of my homemade brownies that came out a little too cakey, and I wish I could find my journal so I could track down the name of that guy who was talking about HRC imploring Condie to 'remember gay Iranians,' but basically I would just like to listen to the radio while reading Transpositions and go to bed. Not in a sad way, just in a drained, it's-dark-out-and-I'm-sleepy kind of way.
Insert yr own transition to Some Good Things:
1. Ren is coming for a whirlwind day trip this Sunday, which promises to be a long-awaited delight, hopefully with lots of cuddling and sunshine but unfortunately no cute fuzzy animals other than ourselves.
2. Excited for Shabbat, particularly the prospect of taking my shiksa boyfriend (incorrect usage, I know) to some reconstructionist shul I've never even been to.
3. An only very slightly weighty but really good phone call with my grandmother tonight after I was done eating stir-fried-vegetables-with-tofu-and-gyoza dinner with Seth, wherein she asked how she should address me and expressed encouraging concern about what I'm going to do after graduation other than live in New York and go to grad school shortly thereafter.
Shower, bed? I'm not sure why I'm keeping myself up for 3 sentences on this sure-to-be sprawling and speculative paper I want to have done in 5 or 6 days, minus Thursday through Sunday when I will obviously not touch it.
Insert yr own transition to Some Good Things:
1. Ren is coming for a whirlwind day trip this Sunday, which promises to be a long-awaited delight, hopefully with lots of cuddling and sunshine but unfortunately no cute fuzzy animals other than ourselves.
2. Excited for Shabbat, particularly the prospect of taking my shiksa boyfriend (incorrect usage, I know) to some reconstructionist shul I've never even been to.
3. An only very slightly weighty but really good phone call with my grandmother tonight after I was done eating stir-fried-vegetables-with-tofu-and-gyoza dinner with Seth, wherein she asked how she should address me and expressed encouraging concern about what I'm going to do after graduation other than live in New York and go to grad school shortly thereafter.
Shower, bed? I'm not sure why I'm keeping myself up for 3 sentences on this sure-to-be sprawling and speculative paper I want to have done in 5 or 6 days, minus Thursday through Sunday when I will obviously not touch it.
