October 9, 1998.

The thing I love most about web diaries is their capacity to support meaningless announcements. Unlike newspapers, who charge by the word & only have sections for birth, death, personals & memoriums, the web holds infinite possibilities for silliness.

Ahem. I have been 22 for 2 months today. In 10 months, I will be in my mid-early twenties...a whole 23 years. How scary.

Another Friday of doing bupkiss. Kind of fun, though. Managed to drag myself to Romanticism class one whole minute early, sporting blue bandana tied over my hair & a loose, dark t-shirt. Like a smaller, less intense version of Sven...an acolyte, if you will. We giggled about that when he got to class. And true to form, while I wore the bandana and had been awake 'til 2 a.m. the previous night, he sported no bandana & had been up all night baking bread & muffins for his family's celebration of Columbus day (he's a Yank, you know). I asked if they were going to drive the car around aimlessly until they found some exploitable resource, and then give it syphilis. He just laughed.

Brought home a couple of grinders to make Trevor's transition into waking a little easier (he got to nap through the entire morning, the bum). I felt so adult & modern, bringing home take-out to my sweetie. Like a younger, grungier version of Meg Ryan in one of those romance pictures that everybody's mother likes. And that pretty much set the tone for the day...lounging around, eating greasy delicious food and being entertained by teevee, computer & our various witty remarks.

What do you say about a day like that? Not much, if you're smart.

one year ago today: harvest of passivity