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Nov. 9th, 2010 10:28 pmIt's been a long day and I am feeling tired, contemplative, and very, very young.
It's been a good day, too. I have no complaints about the way it ended: I had a good sharp rant in class this morning, I am almost completely finished with the work on this section of my experiments, I spent a lot of time with someone who is becoming a good friend, and I actually have some social plans for once. It is as nothing compared to the disaster that was yesterday.
And yet I'm still a little tired, a little lost, a little quiet and contemplative. It is a tea night, I think, and it would be only a little better if it had the excuse of storming outside tonight, or at least providing the night with a suitably strong wind.
(It was in fact unseasonably warm and sunny. Georgia only rarely condescends to provide suitably dramatic weather to its inhabitants, and particularly not in the winter.)
It's been a good day, too. I have no complaints about the way it ended: I had a good sharp rant in class this morning, I am almost completely finished with the work on this section of my experiments, I spent a lot of time with someone who is becoming a good friend, and I actually have some social plans for once. It is as nothing compared to the disaster that was yesterday.
And yet I'm still a little tired, a little lost, a little quiet and contemplative. It is a tea night, I think, and it would be only a little better if it had the excuse of storming outside tonight, or at least providing the night with a suitably strong wind.
(It was in fact unseasonably warm and sunny. Georgia only rarely condescends to provide suitably dramatic weather to its inhabitants, and particularly not in the winter.)
