an evening spent in the library.

It's nights like this, spent nestled in a nook amidst stacks of books piled high in musty corridors, that make me consider a life of crime. But that could be the homework. In any case, you should probably read this article if you have ever, seriously or not, felt similar.

http://gawker.com/5072549/its-a-great-time-to-be-a-pirate

Today was a good day, though. I woke up and went for a walk. It was temperate and for the first morning in awhile, it was not precipitating. The leaves lay in piles along the curb and formed drifts on the street corners...I hear it is going to snow tomorrow. Or rather, "there is a chance." Isn't there always a chance? I stopped at the bank, expecting to have to wait three days for my out of state check to clear when I realized that logically, I could just cash it instead. I went to Camille's for a bagel, breakfast for the first time in a week, it tasted spectacular. Then I went to the nearby mall. Bought a few things because I haven't in awhile, or a little bit at least, and it's nice to treat yourself when you can because you can't always. I had around an hour to spare before the bus came so I walked to Starbucks. Chai tea, my guilty pleasure. Sat down at the only table left in the place, which conveniently had the New York Times laying open on top, exposed, listened to my Ipod, wrote some poetry, drank my drink. Took the paper to read on the bus. Felt more relieved than I have felt in a long time when I read the headline explaining that Iraq's government finally approved a plan for the total withdrawal of American troops. Was annoyed to see that no troops would be moved until June at the earliest, with the totality extricated by 2011 at the earliest. I think I am going to write an article about the situation.

It's funny how things work out some of the time.