Saturday, October 8
'tis a saturday afternoon. i've got a stack of southeast asian history notes in front of me and a tub of ice cream. neither arouses much interest. maybe i could just spend my day sitting around and wondering about the things that i seemingly have no power to change; that constantly eludes. the ways and means, the time, the figurative slaps in the face. the smiles, the lies. jealousy and pangs of envy and hopelessness.
never mind.