My "light" reading for break has become anything by Leary, Alli, Gurdjeff, Wilson, and Roddenberry on the 8 circuits of human consciousnes... fucking fascinating. I've read the same things over and over again, and it's still the most fucking interesting I've read in ages.
So. I'm sitting here... thinking about how sick I am, and I'm really not enjoying it at all. This sentence is for.... the hell of it. I am typing this for you and only you. Sniffle sniffle sniffle.
All my plans for this weekend have been DESTROYED.