Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Snow fell the entire morning, not thickly, but constantly enough to slush up the grass and slick the sidewalks. For once the wind did not blow and my face was thusly spared that aggravation. Rachel mentioned the need for rainboots, for the street we cross to get to class always floods. This sounds like a Christmas investment for The Father. From my stint in the heart of the Midwest I probably have more warm clothes than other people; I saw several guys wearing sandals with jeans, shorts with sweaters, short-sleeved t-shirts, et cetera. They need their mommies.
I kept forgetting to visit the recreation center for early voting last week, so now I must find Rebekah or Rachel to take me to the nearest polling center posthaste. Upon my return I shall induce vomiting, then study mythology.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:41 PM]