Dec 18, 2006 18:05
Trouble is batting a hair clip up and down the attic stairs and yowling. It sounds like a battle field of grenades.
I don't think I have anything to say. I keep feeling like I should say something, and yet nothing comes.
Baked muffins today.
Went to Cassie's last night and watched Save the Last Dance 2 and Labrynth. I have to see The Dark Crystal now.
I have a strange desire to read Tess of D'Ubervilles. I don't know why. I'm yearning for naturalism. I wish I had that quote from A Separate Peace about naturalism when all of the boys were assigned to read Thomas Hardy... I love A Separate Peace. That book is a fucking masterpiece.