"All quitters are romantic."

I let the day be wasted. The bike shop still has my bike. After doing some stuff around the house - mostly reading and listening to music - and taking a nice long nap, I was feeling pretty unhappy with myself, so for the first time in years I went out and bought ice cream and candy and watched With Honors, which has plenty of tear-jerk moments.

No schoolwork done today. Tomorrow night I plan to pick up my bike and then head back and pull a late night at school and hopefully finish the textbook I have to read. Right now I want to sip my beer and listen to music and read something. I have no idea what. I've picked up where I left off in Cinderella's Big Score, but I can only read so much of that consecutively. I'm down to only two books in process right now; the other is The Gulag Archipelago, which I started a year ago. That book is one of the very few Marta-associated items I still have.

I'm gonna go do something and pretend I don't feel sorry for myself the rest of the night.

I'm so proud to be an American. Not.

This is part of the American plan for "winning hearts and minds." I feel safer already. I mean, if an organization bombed my country, invaded, and then arbitrarily started imprisoning people I knew, I might get a little upset. Our government is not exporting democracy, it's exporting fascism.

And it's a bit rediculous that it took four and a half years for a determination that Geneva Convention provisions apply. And the US Military is still targeting journalists.