It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I'm scared about Bush being president.

That's the big-picture thing.

And I'm scared about my heart breaking.

That's the little picture I can't stop staring at.

Part of me wishes that Kerry had won so I wouldn't see everyone else wandering around depressed on campus and feel like my wallowing is acceptable. I wish I were distracted by happy news. Instead, my eyes have been puffy all day since 10:00 last night and I've been hiding in my room mostly. I'm so confused.

And it's only 4:30, and the sun is already setting.

it's not looking good. at 4:33 p.m.