…didn’t exist.  It was too bad, I think.  November isn’t so bad, yet.  Six days in and I haven’t experienced death, disappointment–at least not much–, or extreme paranoia.  That, I believe, is the sign of a not-so-terrible month.  I am seeing Beowulf not-this-weekend-but-next-weekend (which may fall under the category of “disappointment,” though I am willing to take that risk), and I’m planning an SSU trip somewhere around there.  In the Winter of 1730 is a cool song.

I really have nothing else to say.  Maybe I’ll edit later if I’m inspired today.