Maybe Tonight

Excuse me while I forget about grammar and style. Excuse me while I da-da-da my thoughts away.

Maybe tonight I can say that there is more to life than going home late, all worn out from my day job and JUST call March 28 a day. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I really do but I'm afraid all work and no play made Jill a dull girl. A dull girl in this circadian rhythm.

Maybe tonight I will have to do something about it by doing some things that I enjoy doing-- listen to happy to sappy songs, sing while reading Daniel Handler, sing while stalking, I mean, starving?

Perhaps it's a good time to throw an argument with someone, (cut the starving) eat sweets, eat mommy's breakfast? Or just digress from the usual weekday evening just for the heck of it.

"Freedom Night!" I miss yelling that.

What is "Freedom Night"?

When I was in college, me and my dorm mates would have this one sweet evening when we'll give any school-related stuff its well-deserved break. We'd watch movies, have our McD's delivered at 2 in the morning, pull a prank in the ladies' room, stay up late (really late) and just 'carpe diem'.

There are a lot of things that I would like to do and tonight may not be the best night, but it is not the worst either.

Q21

I have so much to say to you. 
I want to begin at the beginning 
because this is what you deserve. 
I want to tell you everything, 
without leaving any single detail. 
But where is the beginning?

And what is everything?

                                                               J.S. Foer

Tonight, I did a monologue in front of the massive moon, and it went this way:

"Believe me, Luna, it was implied: Never ever uncover your fears to a human being.

Or if you can't help it, remember Jonathan Safran Foer's words: '..you have to put your fears in order.'"