magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

it was cold this morning. but i didn't want to dig out a blanket and get comfortable, because i had to drag myself out of bed at seven-something to get to work on time. so i suffered through a few hours of cold, fitful sleep, rather than suffering through the pain of having to extract myself from some nice worm covers when my alarm finally went off.

and back to the library at eight-thirty. one more week of working full time before school starts. the first day of which wasn't terribly eventful.

cybèle stopped by around dinner time. after dinner the four of us had a rather heated discussion about idealism and the morality of genetically modified foodstuffs. along with population control, space colonization, corporate greed, consumerism and hypocrisy, and the inability to make these sorts of judgments with a middle-class american mind (of course the people who make the judgments that end up mattering are even more out of touch than we are).

watched kenneth branagh's a midwinter's tale. about a bunch of slightly neurotic actors trying to put together a production of hamlet in less than two weeks. which of course made me want to do more theatre stuff.