where is my mind?

i overslept this morning. not terribly, but late enough to make me rush to get out of the house on time. and then i had to get gas. and it was raining. it was just enough to make me want to go back to bed and start over. i've been in that state of mind all day but now that i'm finally home and able to sleep my mind is just going crazy.

i'm taking my younger cousin back home on wednesday; she lives just outside of the quad cities in illinois. i haven't seen my aunt in a while and i've never seen their new house, so i'm looking forward to the visit. the trip there will be difficult, only because while my cousin and i are alarmingly similar in mindsets and behavior, we actually have very little to talk about. she's consumed with thoughts of the boyfriend she's left behind in her recent move and i find that i get frustrated with the way she treats her family and people around her. does that mean i'm thinking like an adult? hmm...

i had a good weekend. interesting. new people, old people, new drinks, and a 40-pound cement mushroom riding in the backseat of my car. i don't know what we're going to do with that just yet. unlike last week, this week will be a quiet week: no drinking until saturday. i'm going to give my liver a well-deserved rest, even though i was invited out for drinks this evening. you have to wonder who drinks on a monday (excluding the majority of the population of the city of dubuque) and what kind of sad existence they must have... and just for the record, our bender started on a tuesday of last week, thank you very much. it's a different class of person that starts drinking on a tuesday...

it was so incredibly slow at the whippy dip tonight i finished a whole book. and i'm becoming a vegetarian because of it. have you ever read "fast food nation"? it's a good read, a little left-wing biased, but an interesting look at the way fast food has shaped america (and americans). if you're prone to queasiness, stay away from the chapters on slaughterhouses. i'm never eating meat again. yes, i'm serious. do you remember "the jungle" by upton sinclair? written around the turn of the 20th century about the goings-on of the chicago meatpacking industry, it was enough to turn my stomach so much that i couldn't finish it. "fast food nation" was almost as bad. one person isn't enough to make a difference but at least i won't die of ecoli or mad cow disease.

pleasant thoughts for sleepytime. eh, whatever. gnite.