Here's to a new start. Everything will change, but nothing will be different.
I really liked sitting on the floor in front of C-10. It's been a while since I've sat on the floor. Perhaps because it's often dirty. Or perhaps because it's so low and hurts my bum. I had a lot of interesting thoughts while I sat. About my lunch. About the weekend. About my life in general. Then I noticed that things looked different. Sometimes it's necessary for a new perspective. My new perspective is this: I need to start thinking more about myself. This pretty much goes against everything my New Year's Resolution says, but I don't care, because I'm thinking about myself now. Besides, I think about other people enough as it is. I got a fortune cookie once, which is really a misnomer since they don't exactly tell your fortune. I got a proverb cookie once that told me that if I try to please everyone, I'll end up pleasing no one; if I try to please myself, at least one person is happy. Don't worry, I won't become self-centered. [or at least not moreso]
While I sat in that hallway, I thought to myself what you do when you're in a situation that you wish you could just disappear from? My fellow hall loiterer Melissa "Call-Me-mCAT" Petronovich provided me with the answer: you go back to happy times. So I went back to happy times. And for a moment, I was happy. Because, in that moment, it was no longer Black Monday, but Happy Weekend. The APES/Bio trip is next on my list of things to look forward to. Don't let me get into trouble.
If you miss me, just close your eyes, and I'll be there.