Monday, 19 May 2003

I was go­ing to write my se­nior year re­flec­tion tonight, but I feel like I’ve been shat out by howler mon­keys, eat­en by them once again, regugi­tat­ed, and then flung against a cold slimy win­dow.

I’m go­ing to go nest un­der a mas­sive pile of blan­kets now and sweat this fever away. It is, af­ter all, my on­ly symp­tom.