:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Thursday, May 15, 2003 ::

What would you do / if I sang out of tune...
Just a quick note of appreciation for everyone who's gone out of their way to keep me sane and working, even though my life has been doing its best to make me insane, and therefore not-working, and thus failing. You're being most wonderful, and it makes me happy that even if things get bad enough for me to come home, I'll at least still be around one of you ::with a wink towards the Landau:: and we can wander out to the woods more often, because, hey, our grades can take that shit, even if our G.I.'s can't.

I miss You already, though I'm still afraid You're going to hurt me. My first impulse is to call you and sort it all out, no matter the cost. Apparently, that's not good enough to convince you of anything meaningful anymore, even though my turnaround question remains posed: why should I believe you love me? Being faithful in a way that's much more meaningful to you than it is to me really doesn't count. Our conversation last night is even more hilarious in light of your last blog post, which was timestampted for before when we spoke. Really, at this point there's not much I can do. My exams are tying my hands, and I would be extremely ill-advised to ignore that.

Today: Quantum, 7pm - 10pm
Tonight: Linear Algebra, ~3am - 6pm
Tomorrow: History paper, whenever.

Bear in mind this ignores my lab notebook, my remaining English paper, and my entire English Final exam (four essays, I think), which I must do over an extension.
And my Daft Punk CD still hasn't gotten in, the ball-licking bastards.


:: Aziz 10:57 AM [+] ::
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