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Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Today was mom’s birthday. This morning we gave her the card and the gift certificate that I had gotten. Cait and I went into town yesterday and had a picnic on the baseball field. We had our half-priced donuts and coffee rolls and Iced tea and we wrote down the things we heard and I took pictures of the gazebo. We walked back as it was getting cooler and everything was turning gold and we collapsed in my living room. Miles wasn’t in school today… this is his 4th time missing a black day, so another this semester and he’ll lose credit. We had a college fair today at school and the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with myself in two more years is prevalent.

I just finished a book that I took out at the school library. It’s one of those lovely sad books that leaves you feeling terribly melancholy. I’m in one of those slate-coloured mists…

Let's see what happens tomorrow....


ash @ 10:22 PM