Life and Times So, I think this is where you blog your feelings and what's on your mind. Well, I'm in DC now and it's lonely and cold and people are mean. I just don't know if people here like me. All I feel is their cold stare. I walk the streets, listen for the familiar footsteps of friends I knew but all I hear is the sound of people hitting the ground after they've been mugged and beaten up. It's hard to walk around them because when they fall, they are unconcious and they don't have any way of controlling where they fall. A lot of times they fall right in front of where I'm walking and I have to step over them or wait for the police or family members to pick them up and haul them away to their homes. I wonder sometimes if they'll have headaches when they wake up. Probably.

So, anyway... I think it's a good city, though: if you like the constant "thud" of people hitting the pavement. I don't mind it acutally. I listen to my IPOD a lot and then I don't hear it.

It's kind of funny... just sitting around watching pig-practice with your life.

Well, the foreman just blew the whistle. Time for our smoking breaks. I don't smoke but will probably fake it with a piece of licorice so that I can get the time away from the sewing machine. These 16 hour days are wearing on me.