Monday, March 28, 2005
I could not sleep (the clowns would have eaten me), and left the dorm cum headphones for a walk, but the air being currently several degrees colder and windier than it was earlier, I sidestepped instead into the other dorm to sit in its computer lab. I brought my treasured Yes.
Rachel and I went on a frozen custard run as we waited for my photographs to develop. She teased me because I told her I thought James (the guy in the photograph below) was good-looking. The little boy's name is Zeke; he is cuter than James. Nevertheless, I was grateful someone came along to take Zeke away. If I played with James (he's a community advisor on one of the floors in my building), there wouldn't be anyone for me to return him to. I pointed this out to Rachel, but instead of agreeing with my logic, she laughed at me. Lots of people do that.
On the same roll I had a picture of James taken during a WAL*MART run last summer. Rachel looked at it and said, 'Oh, he's kind of cute.' Then 'twas my turn to laugh at her (after choking on my vomit).
"Cute" is not anywhere among the first thousand adjectives I think of when viewing this.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:37 AM]