"I feel bad for those people who don't drink, because when you wake up in the morning that's as good as you're going to feel all day long."

- Frank Sinatra

Went to school, left at the first break because it was mind numbing.

Spent the night at home, alone with my thoughts. When I ran out of things on the internet to pass the time so I picked up Cat's Cradle. I think this would be the third Vonnegut book I have read, and my least favorite. I'm not saying it was bad at all, because it was very good. I tend not to read a whole book in one sitting if its bad. I just didn't think it was as good as the other ones.

It just came to me as I sit here chain smoking and chatting with the wonderful Ikoi. It is now almost 4am, making it the dreaded V-Day. My valentine shall be a stiff drink I think. I have no more ill will for this holiday then I have for any other of them. It is fun to feign bitterness though.

I don't feel like sleeping right now, I have more books I can read I guess. I just fear what the morning will bring if I don't bother sleeping at all. What I really need to do is get off my ass and finish the comic book. I also need to do something artistic before what little talents I do have atrophy.

Ok thats it, that is all I can write about my boring night.

adolesencent nuance
i hope you found something in me
cause i found something in you
adult complexities
i sit shaking
bounded out of bed to write something
but it all sounded better in my head


holy fuck, i'm sure this wll be deleted in the morning.

Tonight after quite the pointless class I got off my ass and finished On the Road. That book has twisted me in ways I had no idea it would. From making me feel so small, and to yearn for years way before I was even born. It made me happy, and very sad. It made me want to jump in my car and never come back. To live life, to find something I never knew was there. It made me want to hold on to what little I have. Conflicted feelings for sure, I want to smack myself for waiting this long to read such great books.

I now must get onto my stack of other books:

Tropic of Cancer - Henry Miller
Women - Charles Bukowski
The Fall - Albert Camus
Cat's Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut


Update:

Also I seem to be going fully insane, I just mocked my beer can. Also I just found out The motherfucking Haunted are playing in April. I am going for sure.

Anyway... one more beer then I shall lay me down to sleep. If I die before I wake... well fucking happy day to that!

One Morningstar Farms Chik Pattie
Two slices of Morningstar Farms Veggie Breakfast Bacon Strips
Two slices of Swiss cheese
Ranch Dressing
On a toasted bun

not a bad chicken-bacon-swiss facsimile.