the leaves fell last night, all at once, accumulating in ankle-deep piles in my backyard and the streets. this coincided nicely with the end of a week in which i felt that my research, grad school, and pretty much everything is a bloody waste of time, and that any life philosophy beyond hedonism is not even worth considering. what would fall be without a little seasonal angst?

"thanksgiving" dinner with the housemate and christian from canada was hoegaarden and cheap turkey in a dive bar and the frank admission that life is pretty much hell for everyone, which made me feel better. and now, a good book, i think, and bed.