You may say that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one.
I got back to Chapel Hill Sunday evening and I’ve been in the house alone since then. Both the roommates are gone. So it’s just me and Kitten. Yesterday I went to Chipotle because I hadn’t been there in a really long time. And you know what? It made me sick. I felt nauseated the entire evening and there was heartburn and it was just not pleasant. Tomorrow I don’t have to be at Ephesus until 10. Usually it’s 8. And to be there around 8 I have to wake up at 6:30 (6 if I take a shower in the morning). That’s the thing that’s not so great. I haven’t had to get up that early for a while. Hm.
Know how I was reading Suite Francaise? Well I got to the part about the priest and it made me so sad that I had to take a break. So I read Lost, which is by the guy that wrote Wicked, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, etc. It was okay. And then I read Sundays at Tiffany’s, which was just okay too. Now I’m half done with The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I love it. Then I’ll read Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. And then maybe I’ll go back to Suite Francaise.
I’m watching American Idol. I hope David Cook wins even though he has a gigantic forehead.
Um.
The season finale of One Tree Hill made me not happy. I’d like to think that Lucas called Peyton at the end, BUT I’ll have to wait until October to see if he called her or maybe Lindsay or Brooke.
-Me
P.S. I wish The Raconteurs were coming to Chapel Hill.
P.S.S. Was there some sort of nasty senior prank at Raleigh Charter?
I had to stop reading it too.