October 9th, 2001

XBox Me

(no subject)

So now I'm reduced to writing in my journal in the kitchen, which is the only room I can go to and turn on the light without disturbig anybody. Which would be fine, if it weren't the size of a closet.


I'm going to lunch with Tim on Sunday - he called me and invited me there (asking, of course, if I wanted Rosie there or not - I said no.). I'm not sure how I feel about this - we talked on the phone for a bit, and immediately began butting heads over the country's decision to bomb Afghanistan. He thinks it's the only way to get the Taliban out of the country and out of power. I'm still not convinced that one violent action needs to be reciprocated with more violence. We didn't really get into it, though - he got called away for a sec, and that gave me enough time to calm myself enough to tell him I needed to go. I just know to stay clear of that one on Sunday.

I miss Bret...