Going to sleep to the sound of steady, heavy rain in the very early morning and waking up to the same sound blurs the line between day and night. Morning is only marked by a slight rise in the amount of ambient light, and that small change is dulled by the monotony of the rain and the gray sky...
Sci-fi Book Club, or whatever you want to call it, convened at my house yesterday for the first meeting at that location. Thanks be to the gods for that; I hadn't seen any friends since the start of spring break. Anyway, it was a fun meeting - laziness, talk, a fight for possession of my treasured Icky Poo (I still haven't managed to get all of the strands of Hannah's hair off'f it), a bit of exploration, and silence of the non-awkward variety. Surprisingly, my parents left us more or less alone. I was telling Trevor earlier today that it seems like lately they've been nagging incessantly over the small things, like staying up too late or whatever, but not batting an eyelash at the bigger things, like staying out walking with two girls until one in the morning. They micromanage, but they don't macromanage. It's probably better that way than reversed, but micromanaging is nevertheless a pain in the rear.
posted on Thursday, March 20, 2003
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