One thing that I just don't understand or like is that children want their doors open, a little or a lot. I lay in bed with my door closed, and think about how nice it is to keep everything else out. How nice it is, not to be able to see anything. How wonderful it is to be in my own little enclave of darkness. I always want to close the doors of those paranoid little children's room and say, "I am keeping the monsters out for you." Because that is, essentially, what I would be doing.

And now, I lay in bed, and I think, "I hate it when they turn the light on in the hall." Because they forget to turn it off. Even when my door is closed, and I'm having my secret Margo-life where I smoke and spray perfume around, I can still see that light with my eyes closed, and it bothers me. I wish they would leave the monsters in the dark.

I sat next to Ed in this beautiful room with windows, and thought about how my clothes were all wrong, though I did fit in quite nicely with all the other nerdy journalists, and I stared at my plate. I had two sandwiches, an excessively large cookie, and "healthy" cheetos (as if there is a such thing. they just hold off on the cheese, so they are not really cheetos). I realized that it was all going down hill, and that I could only understand half of what Ed was saying, because he is Brazilian. But I did catch the part where he told me that he moved here when he was 4, so I didn't really understand why I couldn't understand him. I didn't really want to be hanging out with him. I wanted Will, as crazy as Will is, to come over and talk to me. He could bring Darth Vader with him, even, and I wouldn't mind. I wanted to hear his stories about his head wounds from wrestling, and try to understand why he was into pro-wrestling even though it was fake.
Ed told me he was "white-washed", and that he was just stupid, so I nodded and/or shook my head, and ate my food. I watched him put about 18 free cans of Sprite in his back pack, as he told me, "What are they going to say? 'You can't take that much free pop'?" and I had to agree with him. He gave me his offending cheetos because they were 'taking up too much room'.

I guess it was a pretty nice day. But I hate riding a bus when I have a headache. I'd rather gargle bees and then saw my arm off.