Oct. 18th, 2004

sidewalksparkle: (lamp + hand)
Hey, Peter Pan
I'm going home now
I've done all I can
Besides I'm grown now
I'll think of you all painted with the night
You sit and watch from somewhere
As one by one the lights go out

Patty Griffin, "Peter Pan"

Apparently the construction was really loud early this morning, but all I heard was what sounded like my roommate putting laundry into crinkly plastic bags. There was a light on in the room, too. Maybe I was confused. A few hours later there was loud thunder and it was time to get up. I wore a longsleeved shirt and a sweater and a rain jacket and hiking socks and corduroy pants and sturdy shoes and a scarf and gloves and held my umbrella. Everybody's shuffling around.

I can't wait to go to Cincinnati for Last Call, the overnight voter-canvassing extravaganza. It's what I'm looking forward to most, as far as specific events go. I want a lot of things that don't fit on calendars, but this is something definite and real. Of course, the entire point of the whole trip is that the election is still up in the air. It's really stressing me out.

I think something bad will happen if I don't get a lot of sleep tonight. I don't mean that I have some delusional sixth sense, convinced that my behavior will control natural disasters or something. I mean that I will get sick/depressed/behind in class/even more exhausted. I need to snap out of it. "It" being everything, I guess!


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