debbie and jason totally missed their flight from paris after air france was late and the bus driver decided to take a smoke break. last night they were stuck in newark. i am amused. they don’t get back until this afternoon, theoretically, so i recommended they spend the day in new york. i love new york.
it’s been foggy every morning this week, but today it was worse than ever. i couldn’t see more than 50 feet ahead of me. creepy.
(10:44 p.m.)
it’s been a weird night. jason and debbie finally made it back to houston, and stopped by along with chris in an attempt to kidnap me for dinner. i didn’t want to go to dinner. i’m afraid they felt like i was ignoring them, when really it was just, well, i didn’t feel like going out to dinner. one, i had a huge lunch and two, i didn’t feel like going anywhere.
i come home on fridays now and i’m just exhausted, and i don’t feel like doing anything with anyone. and yet i’m lonely.
tonight, i came home and laid on the couch while the sun set, and the sky turned pink, then a pale purple, a shade of gray (or something in between) and finally to black. i ate just a little of the tapenade jason and debbie were kind enough to bring me from france, and drank a coke, and watched the sky. i watched some bad tv, and finally popped in “ten things i hate about you,” which is somehow, completely inexplicably, a comfort movie. and now i’m about to put in “mulan”…which always makes me think of the two boys who gave it to me, and how it was wrapped in moon paper. full moons. it still makes me laugh.
soccer in the morning.
