Don't wanna forget, come daylight...

I decorated the christmas tree in the bookstore today. It's a hideous mess because there are two clashing sets of decorations and I put both of them on, just to be ornery. Mostly, I just started throwing stuff on the tree and couldn't stop.

That was the most exciting thing that happened today. Granted, the day isn't over, but so far the trend dictates that I'll be in bed by 11:00–a miracle of no short order.

Tim and I spent the week in Beaver's Bend, Oklahoma with his family, and thankfully didn't see a single beaver the entire time. I'm still convinced that the little bastards are pawns of the devil... beavers, that is. It's was great to go up there with everyone and just hike around and relax. Tim's family definately votes "yes" on relaxation: hiking, eating, and poker being the main events of the long weekend.

It was one of those rare and wonderful breaks where the days never seem to end and you can't believe you're still on vacation. It felt like class was canceled for a month, which is good because I needed to read "Middlemarch" (400 more pages under my considerable reading belt), and because my schedule this semester has been dastardly. I will never again wake up at 7:30 everyday. If that means creating my own job and never having children, that's fine with me. No obligation should begin before 10:00 a.m. and I should never be forced to go to bed before 2:00 a.m. If I was president, days would be 36 hours long and most of that time would be spent in leasure or personal persuits for the betterment of the world, starting with the self.

And eating.

Anyway, I've spent all day waxing philosophical about trees and influence and the meaning of life, and trying not to buy unnecessities on the internet. Our last newpaper meeting is tonight. Good riddance.