10.55 am
The bedroom looks like Halloween exploded into it at some point in the wee hours of the morning. Costumes scattered across the couch at the foot of the bed, keys and ID's and credit cards and makeup scattered across my desk. As the boy put it, I stayed out way past my bedtime last night. I'll blame some of that on BART (running one train an hour isn't really all-night service - have you people ever been to New York) but mostly it was because we were having a good time.

He bought tickets to an event at the Glas Kat, but we never made it that far. Instead we met up with friend, and friends of friend, and a random airport security agent ("I don't care about the drugs you're carrying. I'm looking for the person who wants to die today." Nice to know our government has its priorities straight.) who spent the night on a bar stool warming our coats. Sometime after midnight the boy and I ended up at a little taqueria, where I got nachos that probably wouldn't have been as fantastic if I had been sober.

10.55 am
Finished with my read through of the morning paper and ready to start the day. I'm torn between whether I should consider the paper a necessity or a luxury. Necessity because knowing what's going on in the world - whether you world consists of the small rural town you live in or the affairs of political leaders across the globe - is an essential part of being a citizen. A luxury, partly because I must confess that at times I'm more likely to read 'human interest' stories than hard news and partly because my days always flash by much too quickly.

Today I shall mostly spend writing, I think. Having finished a first draft of my writing requirement, I've been rewarded with suggestions for the next draft an an imperative to get that next draft done quickly. I shall also, if I can convince myself it won't take to long, go down to the new library and, for the first time in over a month, get new books!

3.58 pm
Back from new library, which is rather spiffy. There's an automatic book return - you put your book in the slot, barcode facing up, and it goes onto a conveyor belt that then deposits the book in the right bin. The librarians love this because it takes away most of the hassle of returns. I love this becuase I am naturally suspicious and paranoid and can now get a receipt verifying that I did, in fact, return my books on time.

The downside of getting new books is, of course, that I would rather be reading than doing homework. So instead I shall procrastinate by blogging. A happy solution for all.