For those of you who were at the rally or are otherwise interested:
Deadline Passes Without Darfur Accord . At least the U.S. has gotten the talks extended shortly.
I've had the bizarrest urge all day to walk out and sit somewhere smoking a cigarette. I've never smoked. I don't really want to be a smoker, and I get pissed off when more of my friends start smoking. But I still have this deep compulsion to go sit somewhere dragging on a cigarette. Maybe it has something to do with being able to stand by yourself looking angry without doing much, without that seeming strange.
I still have leftover dance urges from Saturday night, and I've never looked so forward to a ballet class as the one tommorrow (dance > cigarettes?). If anyone ever wanted anything out of me, they'd just have to run into me on the dance floor and I would be a pushover. I wouldn't even notice. Oh, you want to dance with me? Most definately! You want to copy my AP History exam? Groovy! You want me to fulfill your bizarre stuffed animal fetish? Yeah, great, just as soon as this next song is done!
And happy birthday week to Lily, and happy non-birthday week to everyone else, and happy Beltane, and soon happy Cinquo de Mayo.