the moments are aimless but the hours are dead on... or is it the other way around?

errr two dance performances this weekend and lights/tech on two play performances. and editing a documentary film into the wee hours.. not joking.. i believe we've brought about two and a half hours of footage to that melamine table. i begin at nine tonight. and whittemore is haunted, too! muahaha.

i think i have about seventeen books to read by the end of the semester.

oh yes, i need to read another novel by monday along with all these other works i'm researching... but its poststructuralist-feminist and psychoanalytic theory! hahaha this is cool shit. so i think i will pass the writing requirement this semester. i have.. thirteen days left.

relief, relief, at every round, before and after every dig and roll. academia is a game, is the game not EVER fun?

well, things could be complicated by that instance of leaving my birth certificate at the post office.

it is hard to conceive of places in which there is so less freedom. it is easy to believe in naught but possibilities, for movement and for the mind. and protection makes us further apart, now from toronto, soon from vietnam. who's the legality?