welcome to my mind, the morning of friday, november 18, 2005.
3:00 sleep
7:00 wake up
7:01 sleep
8:40 wake up, head towards class
-on the way to class the word roistery popped into my head, it's not a real word, it's a place where roosters go to live, or roost, a roistery a roistery a roos-ta-sha-sha, roosters roost in the roistery where they live, a big gaggle of chickens, roosters, yum, bird flu pandemic, a pandemic, whoo whoo a pandemic, a pandemic in the roostery, fuck, it's a roistery.
9:04 enter class still thinking about above topic, shivering due to sub-40 temperatures and announce, "it's frickin cold" only to then realize that discussion had already started. I was still drunk and mainly sat there shaking and drooling.
Now it is 1226am on the very opening salvos of a new day and it is nearly impossible for me to finish and recreate my post from 12 hours earlier. This is a big problem of mine, I can't maintain a cohesive (or coherent) thought process over the course of more than one sitting. This is scary when thinking about writing my thesis, since I usually just crank out all my papers in one sitting so I can avoid losing trains of thought. Whatever, everyone loves the sound of a train in the distance, everyone knows it's true, and conductors for these trains are important. Most people have departed Whitman like ghosts into the night, leaving the school and the monstro eerily quiet and cloaked in a thick, physical fog. I went to see "walk the line" tonight with hans and gus and it was very much like "ray" but well done, if a bit depressing. Now I sit silently at my computer, eyes fixated to the monitor, and ears allowing david gray to pierce the still night air with songs of love and loss. It's a wonderful and strange world we live in, I wouldn't want it any other way.
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