A quick perfect moment...

Shh...I am not supposed to be here.
I'm supposed to be doing homework.

But it's sort of hard to write an essay on "What Is Plagiarism?" when there's a cloudy, hazy, peach-colored sunset peeking through the crack in my curtains. I keep getting up and looking at it. My camera does not do it justice.

While I'm here, I might as well say that work study at the day care is going good. Though incredibly exhausting. It's sort of like a big jumble of baby giggles, wiping noses, washing hands, changing diapers, and putting toys back on shelves 1,000 times.

I should also comment on the Lost finale. I liked it, but I wasn't thrilled. I cried. It was sweet and emotional. Still, something in me was slightly disappointed. All questions were not answered (but I guess that's what Lost is all about). I was not fond of the murky spirituality concerning the sort of purgatory flash-sideways and the afterlife that was neither heaven nor hell.

Until next time,