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Sunday, October 17, 2004





Darling, no, don't say anything at all.
On iTunes: Gundam Wing Two-Mix "Rhythm Emotion (Second Variation)"

I'm back in Tallahassee again after a fantastic "weekend" at home (you can't really call it a weekend - not when you've only got one full day there). It was just good to go back, finally. It was good to sleep in my bed, to see my friends, to lounge around the house with all the windows opened up (the weather was great), to get a letter from Sara with a grape flavored condom in it, to have real food again.. ah. We also buried my dog's ashes. This morning, actually. Dad put the box on the dining room table and asked if anybody would like to say anything, and there was silence. Then he asked me if I'd like to say something, and I just burst into tears. We took her outside and buried her under the oak in our front yard - it seemed appropriate, since she always liked to lay out there.

I'm still not over it, but it did give us some closure in the sense that it's finally done. She died the first Sunday after the semester started, and this is the first chance we've had to get back home. I'll always miss my puppy. =(

I've still got a lot of unpacking to do, but I don't have nearly enough hangers for all the winter stuff I brought home. Which brings me to my next issue ... why is it warm again? Tallahassee, we need to have a talk. It's the middle of October. I know this is Florida, but it's northern Florida, damn it. Get cold!

I'm also waiting to wash my sheets and stuff from my bed, but all the washing machines are taken! This is the first time this has happened to me this semester and I'm not happy. I just want to wash my stuff, finish unpacking, and curl up and read. More and more, I can't help but want my own place. My own room. I can share a kitchen and living room with somebody else, and I'd even be glad to wait for the washer and dyer, if only I had my own private space to retreat to. Le sigh.

Coming back from the RFOC, I stopped in the library to see if they had any Guy Gavriel Kay books. Naturally, they did not. The losers. I did, however, acquire one tasty hot chocolate and it is helping to lift my spirits a little. Yeah for hot chocolate! Now if only the weather was appropriate for it. Boo, hiss.


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