November 19th: every ending is a beginning

	Today, a new look for the journal; i'm hoping that i've thought of everything but I know I probably haven't. I have a Red Robin craving all of a sudden; getting near payday does that to me. Not tonight; tonight I am going to go home at 5 and meet a potential roommate, who I missed last night because of a work crisis. (I feel dumb. Really dumb. Amazingly dumb.) i just made an appointment for a massage on Sunday; should I work downtown in the future, she has an office down there as well as one at University Village. Oh, i'm being horribly mundane, i know. I think I'm hungry, and I should go get something to eat. this, by the way, is the first entry of a new volume. I feel like i've come to so many closings/beginnings that it's about time.
		Book: Beauty, Sherri S. Tepper Outside: grey. wet. cold. Doing: futzing Link: writing ideas Dream: I am at my grandmother's house, at the old farm, and I am watching the Leonids. The light show is spectacular. one of the meteors looks different and I realize it's coming closer....it lands and shards of meteor are everywhere. I'm lying on my back, unconcerned. stone against skin notify | archives | reads | backstory | cast | why? home email