Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall/We drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

It's been a strange few days....

Read a cool poem (the one quoted in the title) for one of my classes....It's called 'Fugue of Death,' by Paul Celan. I enjoyed it, although I can see why most people wouldn't.

Thanksgiving Break is close, so close; I'm so glad, I need the break. I'm starting to go nuts from the work. I slept for 22 hours yesterday and today; that is, I fell asleep at 5:30pm on Friday and slept through until 2:30pm today. It was wonderful. And, in case you were wondering, I am still tired. Welcome to my life.

Oh, I set fire to a book a couple nights ago. It was fun. Lots and lots of fun. The book was crap to begin with--one of the type you not only find banal but funny. Poorly written and based on a flawed concept, I had spent most of a year trying to palm it off on some unsuspecting Taylorite, without success. So, finally, Thellie, Michelle, Whitney and I set it ablaze (Outside, of course. What, you think I'm going to set the building on fire! Well, as much as the idea appeals to me, I'd rather not burn my books and computer. So, we had our little pyro-party outside.). Then we took it down to the lake to dump it, but it re-ignited twice on the way there. That was odd, considering the book's flames and embers had been stamped out pretty thoroughly. So, now there are TWO (yes, 2! Not just one!) charred spots on the concrete, plus a patch of grass that may be singed, but I'm not sure, because it was dark when the whole thing happened and I was too concerned about my poor, very cold feet to pay much attention to the exact location of a burning book. But we eventually got it down to the lake and chucked it in. And there was great rejoicing.

Had an awkward moment last week. Aaron (my ex) walked up to me in the DC and said, "hey, my parents are here and would like to meet you."
Me: Pause. "Um, okaaayy, when?"
Aaron: "Now."
Me: "WHAT?!"
Aaron: "Yeah, they're right over there. Come over when you're ready--no pressure."
No pressure, my rear. Meeting the parents of the guy who's heart I broke. No pressure.
But, I swallowed my extreme panic and followed him to where his parents sat. They were incredibly gracious, very kind people--his mom even hugged me!--but it was still nerve-wracking. Then I find out, from I can't remember who, that he's leaving Taylor. For good. Heading back to California to go to college there. Kinda weird. We're gonna talk tomorrow, see if we can reach some sort of comfortable peace.

D&D tomorrow! Yay! Maybe Lissar (my character; she's a half-vampire) can blood drain somebody else....hehe....fun fun. Hock is a great DM, by the way. Keep that random numbers generator, too. ^.^

I stole a stolen autoharp today. Long story. No, I will not tell you.

Still haven't heard about my Parnassus entries. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Oh, and my brother turned 20 on Friday. Happy birthday, Sam, even though I doubt you'll ever see this. I hope this year will go well for you, better than it did for me.