gin and jews
late isn't it? i've added something to the top. i like irony.
i've been really tired lately, exhausted even. gee, at 1:30 in the morning i don't know why. lots of work, too. 34 hours this week.
but this isn't the sort of thing you come to someone else's diary to read.
i've been spending so much time with her lately. every day i enjoy it more and more. i have to work at managing my time better. staying up too late gives me time to accomplish things that i can't do any other time, but it comes with a price.
the real problem, though, is not the lack of time, but that i don't use it well. it's very easy, once i get online, to drop into my routine reading, burning up lots of time doing so, and getting numb in the mind from so much passive entertainment all at once. something about computer screens gives me a headache, too, but that may be my imagination.
school is harder than i was expecting. not really more challenging, just more work. i have to fill out pagefuls of definitions and answer numerous questions about procedures and whatnot. the hard part is not the knowing, it's the verbalizing what i know in a coherent sentence. the nice three-dollar pen i use makes it hard to read, too. (but it's lots of fun!)
i can still feel her, and smell her skin. these are the things that people write songs and poems about, and start wars with troy. i can see her smiling face and hear her exclaim, "yay! we're doomed!"
i'll see her soon, but i'll miss her until then.
ferret out information
feeling frozen feet
i'm chilled and boring
broken and indiscreet
grievous exclamations
lamentations of doom
fearful proclamations
exigete and consume
saying everything and nothing
i am the fortune's child
folderol incarnate
and i am a burning smile