Friday, June 28, 2002
11:27 p.m.

please shoot me in the head right now

Why is it, that when I get home exhausted from my first day at my new, low-paying, fantastically demanding full-time job, one of the first things my father (and then my mother) wants to know is how I'm going to keep it during the fall semester, when I'm working on the fifteen credits (that's three more than an official full-time study load, mind you) he had me enroll in?!?

Keeping in mind that this class schedule calls for thirteen- to fourteen-hour days, not counting commute-?!?

Now, I know money's tight, but surely there are better ways to make some than by watching me die of insanity and sleep deprivation.

And MOM thinks I'm too hard on myself.... [derisive laughter]

Wednesday, June 12, 2002
11:53 p.m.

she's nothing more than fiction

and she dreams in digital
'cause it's better than nothing
now that control is gone
it seems unreal, she's dreaming in digital

Sorry about that. Sometimes music can make you doubt reality very strongly. Sometimes I suspect it's far better than sex.

And sometimes I just feel that I've gained mastery, after years of trial and practice, of a great and terrible power beyond this petty modern world, belonging to all of time.... It makes my old precisely rhymed and metered poetry, however witty, look like a child's game.

The words are mine, they're almost tangible; finally I can take them in my hands, and with a full understanding of each one, build dimensions....

Saturday, June 8, 2002
03:21 p.m.

words of the day

passion and fervor

shell pasta

Saturday in pajamas

clearsight

secret key

wind and dust

epoch

root beer float

water tally

sanctum sanctorum

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