Mar 01, 2009 15:56
As I sit scrawling illegible and probably inconsequential things into a spiral-bound notebook, I'm gleeful at how the snow is bucketing down, and hoping hoping hoping that my school cancels class tomorrow.
In the background, our economy is in a shambles, we worry a lot about energy and gas prices, and we're feeling threatened by Iran.
My beloved Spirograph, the first thing I ever bought with my 'own money', sits on the dining room table.
In some important ways, it's as if the last 30 years didn't really happen.
Two of the pens are missing, though, and the remaining ones are out of ink...