driving home from the shift from hell (i punched out at 12:58 a.m. this SHOULD NOT HAPPEN), i was cruising down west proctor road, when, for whatever reason, i began thinking about how it was perfect weather for the deer to be out. not as if it does me any good--i get teased by my family constantly for the number of years i've lived in vermont and the two or three deer i've seen while in a car. a few minutes later, lo and behold, a deer bounds across the road ahead of me. i stopped the car, the deer stopped at the side of the road, and we both looked at it each other. it was a gorgeous creature--a doe--and then it scampered (as if a deer can really scamper, but i digress) through a lawn into the woods. it made my drive home that much more pleasant. :-)

howie tomorrow. i asked ashley what she was doing tomorrow night, and she's supposed to close, but she's been so enthusiastic about howie (moreso than me sometimes, if that's not scary), so i thought i'd invite her along. if she could have gotten the shift covered, she was all set to come, but it doesn't look it. but i got in touch with stephanie off buzzing who'd been looking for a ticket, so i think i'm going to give it to her. i'm bringing my notebook along to jot down ideas for the concert review i'm planning on writing. i'm thinking about a large series of reviews (theatre, music, concerts, etc) for my senior sem. we'll see.

i started writing two other reviews today--one for "grace", one for "room for squares". the latter will be relatively easy. the former, however, has been a bitch. i've been playing with the idea for awhile, but i can't get the descriptions down. everything about buckley is so artistic and graceful, so i feel as if he deserves the same careful selection of phrasing for a review. it's incredibly difficult, but i know when i'm finally satisfied with it, it'll be a great piece.

reading syliva put me in an odd spot--sylvia was writing about how she was reading virginia woolf's journals and how that's affected her writing. i suddenly felt as if i was in a circular pattern. it was the oddest sensation...

i work at 9 a.m. tomorrow. which means i need sleep.