fondue, new glarus on tap, beer battered cheese curds, the town of brodhead, quiet car rides with quiet singing, bad jokes about snoop dogg.

it is only nine pm and i want so badly to go to bed.

on a lighter note i talked to cynthia today and she said it is fine for scott and i to have our reading together.

moonrate senior reading! woo!

the explosions were kind of boring.

the best part of the whole operation was probably watching the look on the swat team's face when a bunch of kids dressed as superheroes walked by with protest signs.

a flock of geese just went by, honking. maybe they are confused as to what time it is. maybe they don't care.

i'm such an asshole. apparently i have a birthday cake waiting for me at work, and i am skipping work.

i am skipping work because i have so much work to do, because i overslept because my body has finally said 'fuck you' to me for trying to replace sleep with caffeine.

augh!

dollars it will take me to apply to grad school:  390

and that's not even including the 140 i just spent signing up for the gre.

i mean, i can add those number together, but i really, really don't want to.

gre, october 30, eight am.

what am i doing with my life?

sarah beth and andy are upstairs on the fire escape sining. it is pretty and i am sleepy. i've been thinking about the way cars move and how i don't know how to whistle. i'm crossing grad schools off my list and cars look longer when you are sitting directly above them.

sometimes i stay up way too late, but sometimes i feel less sick the next morning anyway.

today during class a bug crawled down my shirt and bit me in the nipple.

i have a lot of work to do tonight.

my head feels stuffed with cotton and the ib profuen i took seems to be doing me a fat lot of no good.

last night, scott and i talked to china on the video. china showed me its nipples. (max may have had something to do with this.)

i am going to force myself to sit still through pablo's class, and then i am going back to bed.