I think the first utterance (even if it is in ICQ
) of the words "I love you
" merits a day log, a little green X on the calendar, purple ink in the diary, however you handle it. I have a candle on my desk I've never burned before
. Maybe I will do it tonight. Granted, that admission was made in the context that we were breaking up
. But at least, at least, at least. I will probably find the saddest music I know and crank it up loudly tonight, after my roommates have gone to sleep.
Also newsworthy is that I stood up to an evil man
(Jeanne described him as a vibe munch
, and that he is). And, when I went out to eat with the girls, another evil man crossed my path, and made a little scene when I ignored him.
This is temporary
, this surge of power and perception. But I have to enjoy it.
Last night the sky was purple in Corvallis
, and the park across the street from my house is shrouded in fog. I love it
. I am in love with this town, and with my friends and the easy (awful) life I lead. This is the kind of day I can be grateful
even for the bad things, now that big pictures are starting to form in my head.