And now i am home.

My day was not great, but it was far from the worst day i ever had. I think lunch making me sick was the thing that sucked the most.

I'm not studying for math, anymore, tonight. The test is open book, and open notes. I may not understand it, but i'll be able to manipulate it. That'll have to be enough for now, dislike it though i may.

Think about things, lavish attention upon someone you love, and for fuck's sake tell me what you want for the Holy Days. Remember, i am not rich, therefore poetry, conversation, prophecy, stories, and the like are under my purview to give. Choose wisely.

Ta.

More fragmented dreams. Now with a grocery store.

Wandering around a shopping area that reminds me of New Orleans, Jackson MS, and parts of DC, going to the grocery store, and trying to find as many cinnamon bread products as possible. Cinnamon raisin swirl berad, cinnamon bagels, and i think i had a canister of pure cinnamon, under my arm, as i walked the cart. There was something about doing this shopping with a friend's mother, andnot having too much control, over how long we spent there.

Next was my boss giving me a ride home, down streets that still felt like this fucked up conglomeration, only now there was a bit of London, thrown in. Everyone on the street knew us, and let us pass with no real trouble, even if that conflicted with what they were Supposed to do, ie traffic cops. (kidneythieves - [Trickster]). My boss had given me a ride how, before, but this time she wanted to know if she could just drop me off at the corner. That part felt like my dad's neighbourhood.

Something, after that, about the child-like, puppy-like devotion of something that felt extremely intelligent and extremely ignorant, at the same time. It felt like Loki, and Ravens, and a small child, and a puppy, and a chipmunk, or a rabbitt, all at once. It loved me, that way, and it was near-impossible for me not to love it back, in the same way. It was a great Thing, but it still disturbed me, at the lack of choice.

Voltaire - [The Headless Waltz]--- Don't remember more of the dreams, because i kept waking up this morning, worrying about being late. I have two tests, today. And i'm still thinking today will be better than yesterday. At the very least, in tems of how i deal with it.

There's things on my mind, and all, but... Meh. I'll discuss them, when i get home.

Have good days.

mr_hinzelmann and i have gone insane.

Jack Off Jill - [Lollirot]--- We've decided that it's time to start smoking Raccoons. That's not a euphemism, or a metaphor. That's literal. We're going to find stuffed raccoons, somewhere, get some pipe stems, stick one end of the raccoons into them, and light the other end. The kids'll call it "Smokin' the 'Coon."

There's no ATF, or FDA regulation telling us not to, so we have to. It's the same reason we're going to start grinding up cars in giant food processors, spreading them on toast and crackers, and eating them. (KMFDM - [Sucks]). Because neither the FDA, nor Volkswagen, has told us not to. So we'll Sue, when.. i mean IF we get sick. *nods*

< /irony> (Who are you kidding? It never ends.)

^_^ Later.

These squid look like Virii

KMFDM - [Sucks]--- http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99991709

The sick part is, i've seen these fuckers before.

Deadsy - [Anti-Pop]--- Eat them while you can, kids. When Great Cthulhu returns, revenge will be nigh impossible.

{11.30pm:Damon Albarn& Michael Nyman - [Ives Torments Boyd And Kills Knox]--- Also, this is kind of interesting. Poses lots of questions. "Mother of the Matrix" Victorious

That's all i got.}