So I got a call. For a job interview. Tutoring. I will probably be tutoring algebra.

Sometimes I don't even recognize myself.

PS Justice or Parks, if you are reading this, I may need you to write me a letter of rec. as a professional reference.

If I start failing in the fall, be a pal and take my Sudoku book away.

I had an MRI tonight and kinda dug the sound.

Industrial rots your damn brain.

Okay, now if you were to ask me if Iran's building nuclear warheads or something, I wouldn't know what to say. I know none of the facts--what the grade of the uranium they're mining (or buying) is, or even what grade would be necessary to make an ICBM, but ( I've been noticing something totally bullshit going on in the news. )

( re: Tech's philosophy dept. and misc. internet philosophers )

I was given stationary as a gift and shouldn't waste it all on myself.

Who wants a letter?

Today--My second at last day at-home, without brothers. I should have studied more. Also, Belgian food with my father at Cafe Montrose.

Aces.

"I can barely see everything"--a child on the plane, yesterday

( . . . )

( man, I was a cool kid )