I have myriad of things to work on, and so much need to do something, yet I cannot bring myself to do any of them.  I must work on my clas schedule, finish the biography and annotations of my last English paper...and many many other things, including cleaning my house which, albeit Jane was kind enough not to say anything (that or she didn't notice ( Read more... )

I have some things to say...

My life has...changed, over the past few months.  As many--if not all--of you know, I was quite mad for the past...oh, threee months, give or take.  I was insane, keeping track of the time was not one of my...priorities.  I am still not all well.  There are moments that occurr, important moments, that I cannot remember ( Read more... )

"May you live in interesting times." - Ancient Chinese curse.

I am insane.  It is now a fact.

My declaration of insanity is based on a very clear and concise analysis of a very recent event.  In short:  only a person suffering from insanity would claw at a door until his fingers are bloody in desire to get outside, only to realize that, with red- ( Read more... )

My window was broken just a short while ago. Ulthar and I were sitting in the living room, attempting to drive away a voice that had decided to install itself in my mind once more, when we heard a loud scraping. Ulthar thinks it was one of his brothers, coming for a visit, but I suspected otherwise, and when I made my way to the window, something ( Read more... )

I was staring through the window, beholden of the night's sky and the way the sun still seemed to loom unending and bewitching above the horizon, waiting to disappear when my gaze turned away, when the mark on the window I have mentioned before vanished.  I had grown accustomed to seeing it, and thus when it disappeared I found myself rather... ( Read more... )

I am perlexed by my inability to correlate my thoughts for long enough to be able to record them here.  Everything that seems to swim through the ephemeral carapace of my mind and occurs to me is brought out in contrived and oddly written verse or prose which even I have trouble following after certain continuous and superfluous readings of the ( Read more... )

It has been a while since I've written here.  I don't know why, I simply haven't had the urge to do so.  Instead, I've been plagued by a need to write--really write--for hours on end while Jane sleeps next to me.  My sleeping schedule has become rather displaced, but it was never normal to begin with.

The student council elections are going as I ( Read more... )

I am aghast with incredulity as to the level of fatuity that the policemen have thus far shown; and while I understand that we may seem like arrogant children to them, they must see that we are more than capable of not only understanding, but also carefully dissecting their methodology and plans as to the rousing of key suspects.  The fact that ( Read more... )

Mr. Roberts.  Ah, dear Mr. Roberts.  I believe the Police are considering locking me up, just on general principle, after my interview with them today.  They called me during first block, and I could see Jane walking away when I approached the office where they were conducting their interrogations.

"A blunt object, you say?"  "Struck over the head ( Read more... )

I believe everyone that care to pay any sort of attention to anything has realized or been explained by now that Jane has been spending the night at my home for the past few days.  I would like to clarify that, while we have slept in the same bed, we have not had sex.

It pains me and shames me to have to say it so bluntly, but due to the ( Read more... )