Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Today after the ancient sports class I shall journey down the street to donate my magical, live-saving plasma. I need the cash.
Rebekah and I will meet over lunch to finalize plans for the holiday trip home. She will drive. I will sit in the passenger seat, making faces at passing drivers and squealing delightedly at every cow, oil derrick, and delapidated farmhouse. People often whine about road trips, but I tolerate them well, especially without stressed parents and obnoxious siblings to contend.
Over Thanksgiving break I lost two pounds. I hope all the people who have doting families gained what I lost. Zounds.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:01 AM]