:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Thursday, November 14, 2002 ::

That episode last weekend threw everything out of whack for nearly the whole week. I'm on 6 hours of real sleep and 1 hour of snooze alarm sleep, and still tired. On the plus side, all I have to do is write a conclusion for my spanish paper, and I'm half-done with a midterm that should have been turned in 2 weeks and a day ago. Not even. Like, a third. So fucked. Oh well. I keep looking within for some sort of drive, looking for a push, and finding nothing. The best I can do is just to work until 6, when I take a trip to the mall. Hopefully I won't spend all damn night there, just a little bit of time. No deep philosophical revelations, save that it's way too easy to inflict emotional damage on those that care for you, and it's not as though I didn't know that. Just an unpleasant reminder, fortunately/unfortunately secondhand.

On the plus side, my friends rock, the Pixies exist, today was hoagie day in the DC, and this little chap has been following me around for the past few days, and making me very happy in the process. Fuck it 3x, physical media will never die. Nobody wants it to. It's culturally and aesthetically grounded, and possesses more charm than you give it credit for.

I didn't get to talk to Jenn last night...I do hope she's doing well. I assume she just went to bed early, as I should have. In any case, I intend to visit my 3rd most-favorite metropolis and most-favorite person tomorrow, a potentially bad move if I don't learn to work around her, or on a train. ::sigh:: or in general.


:: Aziz 5:05 PM [+] ::
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