222

Today is 222, no matter how I write it...haha. I really wanted to write something brilliant tonight but inspriation is hard to get when I have to type in front of strangers...more stories are brewing though, just as they always seem to when I'm having down moods. Maybe there's a reason that all the great writers were depressive or insomniacs: that's the only time the muses visit. At any rate...today was a half and half day--too bad none of my current readers understand the really old Cafe Coco-esque reference. The words people used to be afraid to utter at CC...haha. Oh well, at least I'm amused. It rained today, but it was a cold rain, and I had things that needed keeping dry, so it was wasn't fun rain. I haven't had much "fun" anything since I've been here...I met a guy from Nash-area today though in my class and thought that was kinda cool. We talked about how great the Pancake Pantry is...hehe. And I ran into a girl I went to college with at the food place the other morning. Apparently, she's been seeing me around lately and wondering and finally decided to ask where I went. Small f'ing world we got here.