the stupid rat dog got into our yard, and there was uproar. I was just wondering when I will ever be able to hear and taste and smell again. (it is really unfair that a cold can knock out three of your main senses in one blow) thinking that I rather like coughing syrup though. thinking I might be addicted. planning on taking my new bike for a spin, once I stop suffocating on tissue/toilet paper/ papertowel. hoping that I will write just the right thing on my scholarship applications. driving home in fogginess with fish in the passenger side (on emma's lap of course). knowing I'm wholly not the person I set out to be this summer: acknowledging that I am indeed, five pounds too heavy, and my hair is, unfortunately, no longer.

the stupid soda cans sit on the counter, and there is contemplation. deciding that they look good, but knowing they do not taste good. elbowing my way through my dreams. trying to find one to match my current state of...unpreparedness for the rest of my life. realizing that this is the last year that I may sit and eat popcorn and watch movies with the folks. realizing that I might want to stay home? making coffee with my own coffee maker and painting a picture that I'm fond of. (FOND OF!) oh.....who shall help me do the math.

seeing that I am not an economist like I thought I was.