there's a million things i'm supposed to do today but i'll do none of them.

[lewisnickels]

well we are 5 weeks through the semester now. only 9 weeks left to go. this job takes up a lot of my time. i am teaching 3 sections of very basic math for inner city little gangsters and one section of calculus. so i pretty much just have freshman. i like having a little balance between really challenging students and very good math students

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your sister

[anonymous]

It's not too late for your sister to connect with me. I know deep down she just wants me. Last time we spoke she was pretty excited. One day I had a dream when the Huskie bus crushed the Dominoes and then the fake pillars of your building. Everything collapes. Wads goes berserk. Your air keyboard made frantic noises. The whole studio goes nuts. Every instrument rings. There's a high pitch voice of Ally screaming. your world crumbles into a rubber band ball. You roll with it. You wanted to get off. But the ball goes too fast. It would not stop. You try to take derivatives, trying to find the tangent to the ground, to no avail. You blame yourself why you aren't a good enough mathematician. Why you aren't good at anything. You get nervous, really nervous. You rationalize. You talk faster than normal. Speeches stop making sense. Wads, Erin, Wads, Erin, Wads, Andrew, Stewart, The Guitar, Pot, Pills, balls, rubber balls, dy/dx, no, no, no, no, no. My god, what is happening, the world is spinning