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I didn’t sleep much last night.

After a near-2AM bedtime, I was awakened at 6:15 to the sound of the walls falling down around me. Thunder storms in Georgia are sort of like the crazy aunt you rarely see: they don’t come around often, but when they do, they want everybody’s attention. Enormous, bed-shaking rumbles and sharp, abrupt snatches of lightning took up residence in my room early this morning, and I welcomed the intrusion. I smiled at memories of what it was like to be small and terrified by those sounds; it really did seem like the world was ending then. I love thunder storms now, and I love the rainy green-gray world they leave in their wake.

Especially on a day when I’ll be sitting inside writing a paper all day.

Yesterday we had our annual Stomp The Lawn festival here on the Ogle-quad. It was perhaps the most perfect day of 2010 so far–breezy, drenched in sunshine, and full of happy things for the residents of the Ogle world. Today my sister comes home from Spain. Tomorrow is my 20th birthday. I still feel 17.

Life is full of sleepless thundery nights, beautiful sun-soaked days, conversations that are worth having, and a whole host of wide open horizons. And papers to be written. Regardless of this last clause, I am happy to be alive.

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