Or Tuesday, if you prefer.
I wrote my psych paper on personality last night. A decidedly uninspired work of prose, explaining that an understanding of personality is useful when manipulating co-workers.
A slow strangle with your feet on the floor
I’ve got fourteen angels and we’re sleeping alone
In the back of a cave where the rest of us go
To feel normal
Life has been interesting. Largely, I suppose. I’m trying to work on Workplace Confessional when I think of it, and when I’m not scrambling to make up calc wrkshts or personality tests for psych. Though that reminds me, there’s a spanish essay due tomorrow. Compare estos dos cuentos en un ensayu de dos paginas. Bah.
Anthony found a photo that… more or less enumerates the four stages of life. There’s calidad.
there are many things that I would like to say to you,
but I don’t know how
I’m falling back on music again, more so than lately. Haven’t written anything serious in eons, and the last only edition of studio time was nearly two months ago. I want to get back on track with that sometime…
you’re my wonderwall
I picked up a copy of Vindicated after finding it in the credit sequence of Spiderman 2. Good song. hope dangles on a string / like slow-spinning redemption / winding in, winding out
Stopped by the BP on Davenport for the morning doubleshot. Oddly, they don’t stock them. They do, however, stock Nutrisoda.
Nutrisoda is like… the web2.0 version of Tab. “Functional Beverages”. I had a Focus.
likely to be continued
but perhaps not