nae maer

3:48 p.m. - 2002-10-22

I could write about being the villain of the ladder, acting like a village idiot to make people laugh, painting Styrofoam, Warren's pink shirt, Caliban's shoulder, lilting, getting eviler, the new message board, going to DC tomorrow, going to DC on Friday, making up monologues, flipping coins in Bio without a Stoppard fan around, backing out of the play fest in order to acquire some culture, the upcoming movie night on Firday, the upcoming hope this weekend, The Last Unicorn, how communication is never the way it is in books, how nothing in real life ever magically comes together without it, how I have Flogging Molly yodeling inside my head, and how, when your name is Antigone, there is only one part you can play, and how I'm glad I haven't got one of my own.

But I won't, since I'm too bloody tired.

All hail incoherency.

Adieu.

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