Give me a call. (just kidding)

The last couple of days have been fun, because I haven't had much to do, but stressful, too. My little car's clutch went very sour and is costin $600 to fix. That's unfortunate. Probably the worst part is all the phone calls and running around I get to do. I love it. Lie.

Hopefully we're safe on the way to Michigan. It's a little snowy up there these days, according to weather.com and I'm not very experienced when it comes to driving in snow. Plus, a couple of my tires are quite worn. Maybe I'll be the one to crash and die this break. That would be tragic because my bro will be with me. What a morbid thought. Sorry.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I read earlier whispers and wonder how my 'tude can change so immediately and frequently. There I was, afraid of my own noise. Then there I was again, afraid of my own silence. For a couple days I was all bubbles and hurrah. I thought maybe it was my dr. thunder. I'm pretty sure now that it wasn't. I drank some tonight and I feel more like my previous self than anything else. Of course, my eyes are heavy with the weight of sleepiness. I think that's one of the causes.

Alyssa and Delyann wrote some good stuff for the accent this week. I enjoy working as the religion editor. It's interesting to be a part of the inner workings, instead of just one of the complaining-and-never-satisfieds on the outside. Sarah did really well with both her articles this week too. Stellar stuff.

I'm looking forward to seeing the family for Thanksgiving. I miss sister. I think I'm going to listen to Aaron Roche and Sigur Ros with her for her birthday. Maybe I should get or make her something special, too. Yeah.