11.20.00
Sunday

 
    Jen from On My Turf wrote me an email, and eluded to it in her journal, that I seemed kind of down and depressed in my writing from yesterday.  That's kind of odd, because I was trying to be more upbeat.  I suspect it was the sickness and tiredness that may have brought me down.  Anyway, the point is, things seem fine.  Although it's really, really cold round these parts.
 
    Had dinner with brother Geoff this evening, at a Korean restaurant on Carmine St.  Not bad, but a little pricey.  And we took a cab home.  So all told, a rather expensive excursion.  I wandered around pointlessly after class, as is becoming the routine on Mondays, and ended up at Jen's place. I left some clothes there on friday night.  So we hung out, shot the shit, ate some dried cherrys, talked about he step sister and various other things, and I went to meet Geoff in the Village. I had just gotten on the express train when I remembered that I'd forgotten my clothes at Jen's, the sole reason for my going to the upper west side.  That was sort of infuriating. Speaking of infuriating, I had a number of outbursts today regarding the theft of the Grey Ghost.  I walked over to the parking spot where it'd last been seen and picked up a coupla pieces of the glass that was on the sidewalk.  Savages, I tell you.  So now I have a least a small portion of my car. sniff.
 
    Anyway, I think I'm probably going home tomorrow, unless I feel too lazy to take the late bus back to PA.  I'm sort of looking forward to the trip, as long as I don't have to sit next to anybody.  I hate having to come up with strategies to keep from sitting with people.  I'm really looking forward to taking a nice hot bath.  My parents had the bathroom redone at home over the summer, and had a giant bathtub installed.  I'd been fantasizing about it since June.  The bathtub in the apartment is out of the question.  So I'm looking forward to taking baths and eating and reading comic books and watching TV and going bowling and maybe going out.  Home is nice.  Usually. Although this time, I'm sure there will be lots of "You graduate in 3 weeks and still don't have a job" and "So what else was in the car?" discussions.

I was just thinking, it's sort of been a long year.  Sure, the last few months have really blown by, but so much has happened in the past year that I can hardly believe it's only been 11 months since New Year's.  Really, more has happened to me this year than any two years combined I think.  Lots of bads, lots of good.  But definitely higher highs and lower lows.  It's sort of like some kind of addiction, where the moods have to keep getting more and more extreme to register at all.  I wonder why that is. Maybe it's just coincinded.  Hey, I'm really tired. it's very late again.
 

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