If I was in a book, I imagine this is the part where literary critiques and professors for first year English courses would be shouting that this is a clear case of symbolism, or perhaps foreshadowing. I don't live in a book, though. It is just a dead rabbit. I wonder if he or she will still be staring back up at me when I walk to work next Monday.
Somehow I managed to slip from waking up at 8:00am to waking up at 10:00. I imagine it was the night I stayed up until 3:00 which did me in. Arg. Must fix.
Last night, I went from work at the Temple School to the Creppert Shack. It was nice to have some human intervention associated with the projects I've been working on for a few weeks now. I swear that man is the craziest driver I know. That is saying a bit much, since I know people who have gotten behind the wheel after consuming alcohol. It seems as though Karma has caught up with the latter individual, though, so I am not going to fret that too much.
I think I am supposed to hang out with
thisoneslife for her birthday tonight. Sadly, we got disconnected mid sentence last night. Hopefully she'll call me sometime today and have a happy birthday. That last part probably goes without saying, though.Someone made brownies last night or before I woke up this morning, and was kind enough to leave a plate of two labeled "FOR CHAZ" in big capital letters. Isn't that sweet?
