November 99 November 98 November 97 _________________ Friday 12 November 99

11 17 pm est The evening was perfectly crisp, as if the city was trying to demonstate the sterotype of an ideal fall twilight.   I am so excited about the cold weather; finally I will know what winter is like.   When I went grocery shopping two nights ago, the sky sprinkled on me.   I turned my face upwards and dared the heavens to make me carry home my groceries in the pouring rain.   There wasn't a single drop more. I had a scrumptious dinner with my grandfather.   His favorite Chinese place has two rooms, and we were seated in the second room, in which something was wrong.   Though it was not packed, the general din was rather loud, but what was off was something about the lighting.   The room just felt wrong, as if the ceiling was too low, without there being a single thing visably wrong.   Of course, I didn't let that stop me from bonding with my gramps...

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