sleeping

What is the point of setting the alarm clock if the alarm isn't turned on?

I don't like waking up hours later, realizing I'm hopelessly late. In protest, exhaustion and the ever present edge of depression, I'm curled up in my blankets on the couch. Going to try and get some work done before I have to go back to the store. Perhaps I am just exhausted from working all weekend.

Very interesting dreams that I was a Russian spy. A man working undercover, a double agent with a love interest and a kitchen where I baked biscuits with this beautiful woman. Someone tried to expose me, but I held myself very calmly and it all fell through. Fun dreams, for a change.

the fires at night

I bought gas the other day for $1.019 a gallon. The last time gas was so cheap was early in my college career, back when that gas station opened by target near Westwood High. Back when I still early in my relationship with Patrick, driving out to Leander often. Strange that the gas is so cheap. I remember how the price shot up during the Gulf War, or at least my mother complaining about the prices when we stopped to fill the monsterous old Suburban she drove. That car was so recognizable.

I'm watching the burial for the first American soldier, the one killed in Omar. Air Force Master Sgt Evander Andrews. His family lined up on the green chairs in Arlington National Cemetary, the boy I suppose must be his sons, his parents, his wife. The older man is weeping, wiping his eyes with a white hankerchief. One of the boys does not sit, but stands by his mother.I think there may be three young boys. Are they all his sons, fatherless now? What a terrible, terrible time to be without a parent.

My mother told me of the one thng that made her cry during all of this. A service for a young woman, a soldier who died in the Pentagon on Spetember 11th. A well decorated general spoke, and stepped down to hand the folded flag from the coffin to a small girl. This child was the daughter of the soldier, and with her mother's death she was left without any surviving relatives. Where did she go? Who is taking care of this child now? My mother said it was so wrenching to see this tiny child accepting the flag fromt he stooped figure of the general. I wonder where she is.

Things like this are hard for me to acknowledge. They seem like something more of my parents' generation. I don't know how to react. It is comforting to know that my mother and I both mistrust the news.

I should go back to studying, since I'm not in class. Finished one anthto lab, only one more and a test to do this week. Must write some Czech pieces and practice grammar. Read for my other classes too.

jail break

This time, right here is Travis County. One hopes these guys don't feel like going to the bookstore today.

Both men are facing murder charges. The escape happened last night.

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No fun children today. Just kids who ran around pretending to shoot each other, spilled water on the floor and made a riotous mess in the sections. The usual kind of kid.

Work wasn't too bad. Things flowed, and I never got too restless or bored. Rearranged the entire architecture section, so it is all nicely alphabetized. I discovered how incredibly annoying it is to have a kid call you up an relay questions from their parent. Even more annoying than speaker phones and cells.

My cat carrier was returned. So there won't be any bloodshed. This is good.

Have a doctor's appointment in the morning. For now I will read the papers and study.