– THE WEEKEND – A lot of the weekend early on kind of sucked, but it got better throughout, and by the end I was having an evenly good time. On St. Patrick’s Day, Jess and I went out to a bar in TriBeCa, very loud and boisterous, but they were giving out free corned beef and cabbage, and Guinness was $4.75 a pint.

– YESTERDAY – Slept in a while. I worked on cleaning and Spanish and had the opportunity to catch up on some reading. This is officially the beginning of “spring break,” but I’m working next week, so it’s really only a break from school.

– YESTERDAY – Good. Solid. I had to scramble about during the day to finish Naked Lunch and the assignment, but both were complete when I finally made it to class. The presentation was fun, thoughtful, and very well-researched. We touched on Lacan/Freud, but not to the extent that it spoiled the fun for skeptics like me.

I was a second year living in 529D, the creepiest room in Mathews House. It was a haunted year overall, and by this point many catastrophes had passed and many others were on their way.

There was a break in all this, however…

My friend Armand had received an extra ticket from Vanguard, the airline he took from Chicago home to Denver, and he offered it to me.

– YESTERDAY – Tuesdays are in theory relaxed, but in practice I’m reeling from Monday while gearing up for the chaos of Wednesday. I was tired most of the day long, and by the time I got home, all I wanted to do was lay around.

The Moebius

“There is a theory of the mobius; a twist in the fabric of space where time becomes a loop.”

Whirs, clicks, and whistles. It’s fun and it does have a sort of panache to it, but after Belfast I think the function of this track is really to get you to the good stuff.

– YESTERDAY – It sucked, mostly. The day was alright… I managed eight entries at work, typed up some comments for my classmates. At workshop, though, Adrift was eviscerated with croquet mallets and sledge hammers, and I let it slip how frayed I was getting about the whole thing.

– THE WEEKEND – Highs and lows this weekend.
The high was undoubtedly Friday night. Jessica and I were celebrating our six year anniversary (from when we started “dating”) and we’d agreed to spend the evening out on the town.

– YESTERDAY – Slept in and read a lot.
– TODAY –

Actually, that’s not the literal truth; that photo was taken on a February day in the sixties, whereas today is a March day in the seventies. I’m not reading The Monk, but Naked Lunch.

Yeah. You better look sullen you little punk.

Spoilers ahead:
There was lot’s to wring hands about in the last episode of The O.C.*, in a good way, but the best of it was unfortunately engaged in marginal subplots.