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    :: Saturday, October 11, 2003 ::

    I fell asleep on the couch last night reading Invisible Man.

    Then woke up at 3. Got into my bed and was asleep until 10. It was a wonderful night.

    Dreamed a little...got enough rest to make me have some energy today, unlike yesterday when I could only equate myself to a car running on empty with the gas light on.

    I really should be writing those two papers for English as I'll be after school until about 5:30 everyday this week...except, of course, on the day after the papers are due.

    Luckily, Whiteside is allowing double spacing on these papers, so it'll be easier...if I can argue my point enough, which didn't happen in trying to plan these things.

    And now I'm rambling...

    My parents got to use one of their friend's mountain condo, so they went up there yesterday morning and are coming back sometime tonight. I'd love for them to stay longer, because it was so nice just to be alone last night...of course my brother was running around, but that doesn't count because I may have said two words to him, and that was when I walked in from rehearsal...and I think it was "Go away".

    In any case...I would love to do something today (Andrew and Diana just called) but my parents asked us to stay at the house as they don't know exactly when they'll be back. So I'm stuck here...I couldn't see Kill Bill if I wanted too.

    I'll go see it tomorrow. I hope.

    Current Mood: Blah
    Current Music: Trevor Jones - The Courier

    :: Nick Saturday, October 11, 2003 [+] ::
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