i have the suspicion that nobody, anywhere, ever, including myself, actually…gets it.  i’m not talking about the meaning of life, all that garbage.  i just mean…getting the whole picture.  i don’t think anyone ever will.

i listen to suicide and am sent back to my childhood.  this is probably not a healthy occurance.  if you know suicide you’d know why.  frankie teardrop managed to give me a few nightmares at a very young age. 

it’s three in the morning and classes start tomorrow, 10 am for me.  i’ve been going to sleep at four or five for the last three months.  asking for any earlier is insanity.

so, i sit here in the dark, listening to rev and vega’s little freak outs, eating pasta and drinking wine.  it’s a good end to a brief summer.