Melancholic

It's a wednesday, and it's cold, and raining, and there's counting crows playing, and I'm slain with work, and sometimes you just have to wonder if you died tomorrow - what the hell have you accomplished? What have i really done that people will care about in 50 years time? 100? Did I even make an impression on the long forgotten memories of people i cared about?
When it's all blue, mix with yellow and relax.

I haven't seen head nor tail of the sweet sweet social life in too long. My weeks are getting repetitive, as is usually the case in lead up to exams. There are assessments for everything, and we have to learn this stupid steven sondheim musical in a week. He's so darn human condition representative. WHY? Why must you insist on metaphorically representing my condition? I could tell you in two words : Bogged Down. You don't need a lithograph of Andy Warhol and a sung-thru musical about red-riding hood to express that. Still, he is good.

I hope i get caught up in some form of international conspiracy. Or scheme. Even a plot would do. Maybe even interstate. that'd do. Just give me something different. Give me a challenge.

Give me the non-moebius version of life's pathway.

Wow. deep.
wild monkey sex on the pool table. :D