I cleaned my new apartment (which was filthy from before I moved in), but still have lots to do to it. I also procrastinated on reading for school and started Watership Down instead. I made a really good butternut squash soup. I was on the phone a lot, I recall, but I don't think anything of any importance was said at any point. Bleurgh. Then I came out to the suburbs earlier than I had planned, because our (my former) next door neighbors' old dog is dying and I wanted to get to say goodbye. I've known him since I was five or six years old. I also saw the local fireworks from a school parking lot. I don't really like fireworks anymore. I just feel like I'm wasting my life when I'm watching them. They're ok to see, but not to spend time on, and sound-wise they only remind me of guns and missiles (and fireworks). I might outright dislike them.