Waking up in my high school-era bedroom is always weird. Well, I guess it wasn't weird when I was in high school. It was very disorienting this morning. I slept for about 12 hours last night. I guess I needed it. There isn't a clock by my bed, so I had to wake up enough to check my phone to find out what time it was. Sleeping until 11 makes the rest of the day feel weird. Also, hanging out in my parents' house makes me feel weird. All in all, it's looking to be a strange day.

I was thinking I might walk to the library this afternoon just to get out of the house. It's always fun looking through the free and 10-cent book rack. I suppose I could do some of my SMP reading-- I'm supposed to have an annotated bibliography by Tuesday.

And really, I only have to burn time until 4:00 or so, at which point I'll be hopping on the Metro to meet up with Paul and Heather. We're going out to dinner. Should be fun. I wish it didn't take so long to get places from my parents' house, but then, I suppose it takes less time to get places from here than from school.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I've had mixed feelings about this holiday for the past few years. I'm not sure how I feel about it this time around, either. It'll be nice to see my sister.

I think I need to get out of this house. Library time.