The best parts about lying awake trying to sleep while sick are the relaxing and enchanting dreams about lying awake trying to sleep while sick.

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Blaf, now I have time to write things again. I suppose I had best get around to that within the next day or so.

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Monday, the after-twelfth:
I’m going to be very disappointed if I get off the bus at the ghetto Popeye’s at 10:30 am after my final math test and they try to sell me “breakfast.” I’m not finishing these huge dumb oil paintings by wednesday on a few fleeping egg sandwiches. They know why they’re in business; I can’t be the only person who wants 8 pieces of chicken with biscuits all to themselves before noon; the world wouldn’t be so messed up if I was.

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Sunday, the twelfvth:

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I fear I might be crazy, but fortunately that fear ensures that I am not. My confidence therefore worries me.

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I witnessed the new muppet film. The prominent folk on the sign weren’t as bad as they could have been, and I wouldn’t have gone if I had thought they’d be. I have more faith in my initial assumptions regarding the thoroughly atrocious rabble previewed prior to the thing I came to see and I’m rather bothered that anybody thinks muppets have a thing in common with the goddumped 3d chipmunks, much less anybody with money to ensure the association. More then likely the same people who make muppets heap in the back in promotion for their own movie.

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“Arrrgh” is not a word. It is a noise.

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