LSAT prep tomorrow @ 10AM. Looks like my Saturday mornings for the next month and a half will be a jism of logic games and convoluted analogies.
So tired but too inspired.
Must sleep.
Sleep on the inspiration.
Let it seep into the desperation and fight off the isolation.
Sink into the somber of chipper staccato tunes
and bid them farwell,
those wretchedly forlorn afternoons.
Bryan, my stepbrother soon to be "ex-stepbrother" (now that term's an F'ed up mess if I ever heard of one) but really just my friend, is teaching in Arkanasas these days. He was passing through Illinois and stopped in Mahomet to have dinner with me. We went to a local restaurant, drank espresso afterward, shared poetry like the lit nerds that we are, and then he went on his way. It was so randomly awesome.
I had sushi for lunch with my mom. I LOVE sushi. And I love my mom.
"Sufrir es malo pero haber sufrido es bueno." -Basilio Losada*
* This man was my Art History professor in Spain. He didn't just know about art history though. He knew about life and women which were entirely separate entities according to him.
In terms of formal logic:
If Charles Bukowski, then the bomb.
If not the bomb, then not Charles Bukowski.
Thanks Uncle E, for introducing me to such an invigorating vulgarity!
Had a great day today!!
Here is a RIDICULOUS photo that I came across on Flickr. These guys paint with light, and here they painted Guernica.
Toodles!
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