i swear to God that my day doesn't get crazy until the afternoon. the morning is fine. it's like.... normal speed, but the afternoon is like the morning on crack or something, cause everything seems to take more time. but i won't get into it, cause it's just about work and you know how i have been with work lately. it's just seemed pointless. kinda sorta, not really. but you know what i'm talking about.

what was i going to say? well, terri hasseler, my most wonderful favorite english professor and professor of all time... wrote me an email back today. so happy to hear from her. i miss her dearly. there's just certain people who come through your life that you hope you never lose contact with. she would be one of them. definitely. probably the original of those people. i'm not saying that i need to hang with her every weekend... or even every month. but generally a couple times a year would be good to see her. go for sushi, etc. sometimes i don't know what to tell her or what to say or whatever, but once that ball is rolling, it's hard to shut me up. so needless to say, i was stoked to hear from her. it was such a quick email, but i don't mind.

i was driving home tonight, when i remembered that we have nothing to eat. so i stopped off at marketbasket to "pick up a few things". well, apparently i think that "pick up a few things" means spending 85 bucks and having a stocked freezer and fridge. more so the freezer... once i take one thing out, i think everything is going to tumble over. maybe not. who knows. but i did shove a lot in there.

i think i'm going to read my booky book now... what color is your parachute? i haven't read in like 3 days. i'm never going to find another job. heh. yeah... who knows.