2:17 a.m. - Met Melissa and Melody at the gas station so I could get some rocky road cake. I saw Don peering at us through the windows, and I'm pretty sure he thought it was a drug deal. Buena Vista is pretty slow at 2 a.m., so the mind starts playing tricks on you, looking for a thrill.
7:03 a.m. - Woke up. Got up and drove a few blocks. Waste of gas, but really it was just an excuse to park my car in front of my apartment.
7:47 a.m. - Couldn't sleep. Peeped around the curtains three different times to see if it was raining, or if it was just the rustling leaves right by my window I heard thrashing about so loudly. I'd be a great meteorologist, really, except I would fail the part on BEING ABLE TO TELL IF IT'S RAINING BY LOOKING OUTSIDE.
8:06 a.m. - 8:42 a.m. The poetry of Wilfred Owen failed to calm my mind, so I went on a run instead. Just a short one, but enough to get a kick of endorphins.
8:44 a.m. - My run had been rather directionless, but since I'd decided to run around town rather than the River Walk trail, I picked the destination of Art's house. It helps to have a destination. And then I ran inside and tried to shake him awake. I am the worst, most selfish friend of all time, but I was tired of his asleeping, and I was bored. Also, I wanted to say hi to Mike before he left for his Thanksgiving Day unfestivities, but no luck. Everyone was still abed. Or, uh, acouch.
9:17 a.m. - Stopped by Penny Park to go swinging on my way back to my house. The birds were chirping wildly and the squirrels were literally frolicking right around my ankles. Felt a little bit like Snow White. Threw up in my mouth a little at the comparison.
9:32 a.m. - Spotted the most wondrous, most glorious, fall foliage-y tree ever in the existence of ever. Regretted a little not having my camera. But it's the first time in the two? three? more? weeks that Jaela has had it that I have even once only the teeniest tiniest bit wanted to use it for something, so no biggie. The Greater Good, y'all.
9:49 a.m. - Oh my sweet merciful heavens, I just used the word Y'ALL. Who cares that it was planned or calculated, STILL. I have standards. I am a Yankee, and Yankees do not say that word, ever.
9:51 a.m. - Wondering if there will be mashed potatoes, and if so, how much I can get away with eating without attracting too much negative attention.
