Yeah, hell, I don't know what I'm still doing up either. I don't even know what I was needing to write about. Late nights alone, though, remind me of late nights writing, and alas, that is what I am then compelled to do.

But then I don't really have any words.

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I have been:

• seeing my wondeful boy all the time, because he rules like that.
  
  
• doing lotsa slighty bullshitty CS, spending lotsa time in the CoC barefoot.
  
  
• rehearsing for "The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail," being flaky Ellen, with her fantastically fun vain and ditzy self. But both the main characters fall in love with her, so how can a girl complain?
  
  
• reading about Colin Powell, who is "absolutely convinced" that the al Qaeda terror network...is responsible for the terror attacks.
  
  
• Friday, watching some Donald Duck in Mathemagic Land! which could never fail to disappoint.
  
  
• last night, partyin' hardcore. Makin' pink drinks, getting my feet mad dirty and not really remembering how that happened, trips to Insurrection at 7 in the morning... It was a raucous good time. Hey Ean and Anne! Didn't email because I didn't have y'all's addresses handy, but for you and everyone else: Pimps and Ho's will be in 2 weeks--on October 6th--and it'll be twice as raucous and many times more inappropriate. So be there. If directions are needed, just drop me a line.
  
  
• reading some Thoreau online because he was a pretty smart guy and because I left my lit book at home that has Walden in it, but being quite confident that my lovely nicholas has a copy somewhere even though he didn't even like it. Because my boyfriend has more books than me! By a significant amount! The degree to which that has never happened to me before is staggering.
  
  
• not fully understanding how two of my best friends, both of whom expressed incredible disgust at the entire concept of death promoting power and the idea that the people responsible for the WTC will now be perceived as more powerful randomly spitting out statements intimating that if [when] we go to war, they will enlist. And attempt to give America more power by freaking dying on me. I don't want any more people to die.
  
  
• Taking cute little quizzes which I really did not expect to confirm my Ayn fetish so thoroughly.
  
  
• still reading the goddamn newsgroups which are twice as full of morons and thus ten times as full of annoying nonsensical posts. .flame just isn't as much fun without Jeni to make me smile.
  
  
• eating so much delicious sushi. (This goes along with the first one.) Sunday is gaining ground as one of my new favoritest days of the week.
  
  
• not having any graphical capabilities on my computer right now [that I feel like getting my hands on]. Yeah, baby.
  
  
• wearing a peace earring in one of my ears. I would like to see no one go to fucking war.
  
  
• listening to the rain. jumping at the thunderclaps.
  
  
• realizing that lists are easy. And waking up will be hard.