you don't understand - that's not what i want.

burning out and flying across the sky in a puff of glowing and fading debris right now.
enslaving myself as much as possible to wrap my nubby little digits around a new full-frame slr.
happy happy that president obama's closing gitmo and outlawing torture and looking into how and why we detain people and that things seem to be moving along decently smoothly. ftw: day three. feels like he's the dialysis for the built up poisons that bush has been pouring into my forced-feeding tube. i still feel all weak and nauseous though. they tell me i'll be all better soon.

np:dvorak, symphony #9 “new world” in e Op. 95

awake awake right now. i allowed my brain to come back on last week in the middle of the night and i couldn't sleep and got way hyper and aggressive, just like in college.
i have to see about my magical number and moving again. this work is tedious and time-consuming and i am not going to go to my deathbed wishing i had had more time for things i actually care about. there are many conversations to have, none of which i'm looking forward to.

everyone but me will hate this video, i think. i dedicate this one to p., i don't know why: falling snow: a view from the porch.