There was a copy of Metro open on the bus floor today.

In it, there was a headline which ended in a question mark.

fuckers.

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Ok, so I haven't seen anyone at all this break. If anyone wants to do anything sometime before the 3rd help me out here.

I rediscovered reading for pleasure today, devouring Victor Pelevin's The Helmet of Horror in an evening.

Thoroughly entertaining, and equally confusing. I'm not sure if I understood what he was trying to do. It's worth taking a look at anyway.

Now I guess I should try the Odyssey.

First full day off and already I feel lost, with more free time than I can handle.

Crap.

Classical Mythology midterm: worse than I thought.

Wow. So I just totally completely entirely wasted a night.

I hate this paper.

The bright side is that I can't fail the course now, right?

Oh, hah, ah, I want to go to sleep.

This Friday, 8PM, 9th floor Loeb, free admission. Be there or be... somewhere else.

I think that Sartre wrote expressly to drain happiness from the world.

And Gilgamesh can go fuck himself.

Fucking exams.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.