The furthest I wandered today was upstairs in my apartment building to get my mail. That's probably why I started this today: nothing better to do. Or rather, too many better things to do, such as work on my thesis or read for class or grade papers.
I always feel guilty when I go an entire day without breathing fresh air, like I've cheated myself out of an opportunity of some kind. And so I tell myself that tomorrow I will do better; I will walk up to the coffee shop and interact with people and get some work done.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Iraqi citizens are braving threats of violence to vote in the election that my country has more or less orchestrated, even though our current President said, just over a week ago, that "Freedom, by its nature, must be chosen, and defended by citizens, and sustained by the rule of law and the protection of minorities" and that "America will not impose our own style of government on the unwilling." Except, perhaps, when the unwilling have oil we want. Bush can say all the things he knows he's supposed to say, but all those idealistic words fly in the face of everything he's done to the contrary during the last four years.
