Wednesday, January 21, 2004

If I go to sleep tonight, I might never wake up. That's a surprisingly comforting thought. In my dreams, I can live the life I want. I can have as many happy endings as my mind will allow. I can be stuck in an oblivion, much warmer than the one I'm in.
Today in Creative Writing I read a paper about my current situation... whatever that may be. Katie asked me where I learned big words... I replied, "I go to school..." but I didn't realize any "big words" had been used. I think I may have caught a few of them off guard with that paper... Their faces were hilarious. I'm probably going to post it when I get it back.
Last night AJ and I went to IHOP. Munger works there again... Why anyone would give him a job, I have no clue. I feel nothing but pity towards him. He's completely screwed up his life... All the substances he's used have left him with a shot nervous system, and a brain that jumps from obscure topic to obscure topic... Lately he's been showing up to my Creative Writing class, reading papers he believes are fascinating. I walked out of class last time, before he read, so he took last night as an opportunity to school me. His shaking, rocking, twitching and rapid movements distracted and upset me so much that I chainsmoked three cigarettes. He says he's been clean for two months, and is taking anti-psychotics. Good for him. Except last weekend I saw him there (as a civilian), and he went on for a good two minutes about how the acid he dropped the night before had completely opened his mind, and all he needed was a cup of coffee and "intellectually stimulating conversation." It's sad to see a person, a part of my life story, falling apart at such a young age... but I know how he feels about conversation.

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