A Day In The Life vs. The Mean Reds

So, I woke up this morning. Went downstairs. Mom opened the dishwasher, took one look and said, "the dishwasher didn't run last night?" I started banging my head on the fridge. It's my job before bed to load the dishwasher of soap, set it to run, and make sure the counters are wiped down. Therefore, today...lucky me...gets to wash every dish that wasn't washed including the ones in the sink. So my goals for today are: pretty much washing every dish in the house (although it could be worse, I guess), doing an extravagant amount of literature homework, and finishing the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. I realized today in exactly 3 months, 6 days, 10 hours, and 1 minute I will officially be 17. FLIPPIN' SCARY!! I feel like I have the "mean reds"...

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

I wish I had a Tiffany's. The closest thing to that is my room, even then sometimes you can't find peace there. Anyway, I must do to some dishes. And to tell you the truth I really don't know why I posted this other than the fact that our last post was in November. :) But I enjoy blogging all the same.