"Ow."
My finger felt red. There was good reason to think it was indeed red, too. A pulsing, annoying and maddening wound to my nerves, I glared at nothing in particular. D*mn frisbee.
I got essentially nothing done today. Just.. nothing. Another day with my dad at work, waking up at nearly noon and staring at a computer missing my friends. An English and quaker friend of my mom's did come for breakfast with her dog, which made for somewhat of an episode. Her dog, Sally, likes to bark. The woman had just such a perfect English accent, and had never heard of pancakes, that some of her simple sentences nearly made my arm hair tingle.
Uh. Visitors tomorrow, and sort of everyday after that, until we eventually turn into old, psychedelic carpets selling jam to local newspaper typewriters.
In otherly news, there are book ideas about. Like, friends-inspired. Oh yes. Not but so yeah. Tiredddddd.... inside jokes never get old, though.
Ohhh past elementary school self... we never knew what hit us. No one does. I realized I used one person then a plural, yes.
Isn't it just so amazing how you can find someone that has very much in common with you? That's one of the best feelings ever, I think. 87. Gah, I want to get home. Surprisingly, one of the main things I'm looking forward to is church...
"It's not about my joy, the relief of burden. I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone."- Jonathan Safran Foer, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" (found from this blog, which is also awesome.)
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