Day 345: letter to a friend

[maeve66]

Also arghhh. I've done this before, and I don't feel like writing a public letter to a friend right now. It is Sunday, end of the weekend. I am clean and showered and ready to drink tea and eat a bagel. My mom and I are going to go see a matinee of Argo, which has great reviews, but which I am slightly, just slightly worried about because I am utterly fascinated with the Iranian revolution, its early days, and the hostage crisis, and I don't want this to be a gung-ho Fuck Iran piece, but suspect that despite what all the reviews say are large helpings of humor, it may be rah rah jingoism. The late 70s should militate against that, damn it.

This week: five days. Next weekend: three days. Next week: four days, one short, and then a week off for Thanksgiving, hallefuckinglujah. My mom leaves for Chicago on the 18th. I'm trying to convince her to come back early -- BEFORE Xmas, instead of after it.