…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.