Sometimes (forgive me for wandering into cliche territory) time really does pass you by... how have 3 days passed so quickly, so many events and circumstances filling the weekend as the leaves fall...
It's cold in Indiana. Our glorious autumn has vanished in favor of the brittle climate typical of year's end. Snow tomorrow, it seems.
I have opened every day this weekend - either 7 or 8 am - and been wickedly surprised with my own cheerfulness. And utter lack of sleep. Too many friends in town unexpectedly to possibly consider an early night's rest as an option. (Bed or beer, that is the question). God, it was fantastic. The familiarity of old friends is such a warm blanket, something cozy and comforting, something real. I miss us.
Rather terrified of the next two days. Overwhelmed.
The List:
1. Laundry (all of my clothes smell like bar - it's repulsive)
2. Philosophy midterm (any insight on the subject of Aristotle vs. Hindu v. much appreciated)
3. Class (have to go, obviously)
4. End of month bills due (responsibility bites the big one)
5. Almost out of soy milk (no!)
Anyway, waxing nostalgic on old friends... and Bloomington. We all are, it seems. Was discussing Cafe Django tonight. Mmmmmmm...
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That place is rad. Especially loved the jazz trio during a mother/daughter outing, circa...junior year?
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