November 17th, 2001:

I’m going to go photograph the Arbys. That should be fun. sn0w_cr4sh>, and may come out as well.

I woke up two hours before my alarm clock rang which mean I only got 4 hours of sleep. Since then, I did the dishes, two loads of laundry, sent a few emails, cleaned out the fabric soften holder part of my washer, started picking up the living room, took out the trash, gathered all the dishes from around the house, took all the clothes off of my closet floor, took all the clothes off of my bedroom floor, upgraded my kernel, read LiveJournal, and updated twice (three times now). Now I am going to make a pot of coffee, and try to find some breakfast (read: loko through the cupboards, decide that I don’t have the ingredients I need to make anything, and settle for a Balance Bar).

I had plans for today, but it looks like Julie may have accidentally forgotten to mention to me that she has to work today… so.. maybe we’ll get together tomorrow.

Kittys are much happier when you give them treats. It is also harder for them to cry with their mouths full and they tend to stay out from under your legs and in front of the food dish instead.

Shifting around in this place that I used to call home with you has stirred up the dust. The dust tells me that this is too much to give up. The dust purposely highlights those things that matter most. The dust works up these tears and almost shakes me for a second. Then I remember the dust is the reason I’ve waited this long. The dust is the reason I found my way here in the first place. The dust has done this to me before.

I wipe the dust away and move on.