Hell says hallo, this morning, to you.

[wolven7]

Tool - [Pushit]--- Dreams of travel, of eating in the cafeteria, at GSU, and of talking to my mother's friends, from college, and the people she knows, from Omega. Some guy gave me a ride, to my mom's job, through a city that was a closer, more treed version of Atlanta and DC. Outside of my mom's office, there was a guy who was a combination of Dr Herman, Dr Woodhouse, and mr_hinzelmann. He was a kind of self-help guru, we had to read for class, and he made metal sculptures, in his spare time. I had the sneaking suspicions, however, that his windchimes were designed to eat souls, or at least steal them. When i got dropped off there, he saw me, and said "Oh Damien; glad you could final get some time, after our reading, to come by and see us/the show/everything." Someone asked me if my mom could give them a ride home, took my maybe as a yes, and i didn't disillusion them, knowing it would be more fun to do it, if she said no.

I have a paper to start, today, and a bookshelf to assemble. Parts of the day, i will be free, other parts i will Not. Just thought i'd go ahead and state that now. I'm up after six and a half (non-broken) hours of sleep, now, and i'm convinced that the coffee helped me sleep fully through the night... Weird.

I'm going to go do things, now. See you all, later, most likely.