November 1st, 2005
|05:02 am - Just when you start to see light, the wall of the hole you're in collapses|
T: In the years we dated, you destroyed any sort of self-worth that I had.
T: Just know that you did.
Yes, the time-stamp is right. It's just after five AM, and I'm in my office.
Sleep, well. . . It wasn't much of an option.
I'm headed back toward home around 6AM to vote. Then coming straight back here. Maybe, just maybe I'll stop and get some breakfast on the way.
Edit: Yeah. No voting today. Apparently, the concept of "First Tuesday in November" is null and void if the "first Tues." is the first of November, too. Two firsts don't make a voting day.
Personally, I think it's a Communist plot.
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes", -JB
Oh, I know. I'm not actually worried about it. I'm still unsure why it woke me up this morning.
Then again, I wouldn't be human if it didn't affect me in some way.
I'm totally into *anything* involving blueberries.
It may be weirdest, but that's exactly what it is.
The conversation happened last night.
And that's pretty much all there was to it.
Oh, quite. Maybe next year, when PSU is under the heel of OSU?
Um, has anyone at Penn State noticed that he hasn't been seen calling plays the entire year? He just walks up and down the sidelines. In fact, I'm not entirely certain he's opened his mouth except to talk to reporters.
The suspicion here is that someone over at Penn State isn't letting him call plays. . . Which directly affects their winning percentage.
i *KNEW* there was a logical explanation....