Submitted for your approval: random thoughts, opinions on subjects political, cultural, and psychological.
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Last night I was up late, reading talking to friends and stuff. I finally got to sleep well after 3 am. But it was a Friday night - a busy Friday night - so that's perfectly normal. I'd sleep in (I'm finally used to the nice new pillow), have breakfast when I was ready, and do the relatively little I actually had to do on a Saturday when I felt like it, right? WRONG. My parents called me at 10:20 fucking a.m. this morning. Just to talk, apparently. Grrr.