30 OCT 2300
The first obvious remark is that its been a weird couple of days. I find myself consistently saying that, but it keeps getting weirder. Howabout that. Suppose Im not really surprised, and normal is drab anyhow. It feels like ages since Ive written here, feels like last week was two weeks ago, like today is Sunday and tomorrow is Tuesday, and yet its Saturday and my long time of not writing was a day and a half, this compared to months, almost years in the not too distant history. Time compression is a curious phenomenon, and makes me all the more resolved to LIVE. The better I live, the slower my life goes. Its entirely too easy to wait for tomorrow, hoping it will be better, promising yourself tomorrow all your dreams will come true. Days turn into months, or years I suppose, so easily just blink the wrong way and your whole life might be a dream.
Of course, Im writing such existentialistic oddness in large part to just having watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which pretty well characterizes those viewpoints and worries. So many artists have posed the question what if otday is all we have in so many forms it could almost be clich, except its a fear so close to my heart its hard not to embrace these kind of thoughts whenever given the chance.
The other weird part is Im pretty ill, in a way Ive not been in a time. Im not sick very often, and so when I am its always odd, because one never quite remembers the FEELING of being sick until one is. It doesnt seem so painful when youre not feeling it. Its also not one of those sicknesses that affects lucidity. Its just a bad stomachache. On the bright side, Im pretty sure itll get me out of work tomorrow. I really need the day to get my homework straightened out anyhow.
The first obvious remark is that its been a weird couple of days. I find myself consistently saying that, but it keeps getting weirder. Howabout that. Suppose Im not really surprised, and normal is drab anyhow. It feels like ages since Ive written here, feels like last week was two weeks ago, like today is Sunday and tomorrow is Tuesday, and yet its Saturday and my long time of not writing was a day and a half, this compared to months, almost years in the not too distant history. Time compression is a curious phenomenon, and makes me all the more resolved to LIVE. The better I live, the slower my life goes. Its entirely too easy to wait for tomorrow, hoping it will be better, promising yourself tomorrow all your dreams will come true. Days turn into months, or years I suppose, so easily just blink the wrong way and your whole life might be a dream.
Of course, Im writing such existentialistic oddness in large part to just having watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which pretty well characterizes those viewpoints and worries. So many artists have posed the question what if otday is all we have in so many forms it could almost be clich, except its a fear so close to my heart its hard not to embrace these kind of thoughts whenever given the chance.
The other weird part is Im pretty ill, in a way Ive not been in a time. Im not sick very often, and so when I am its always odd, because one never quite remembers the FEELING of being sick until one is. It doesnt seem so painful when youre not feeling it. Its also not one of those sicknesses that affects lucidity. Its just a bad stomachache. On the bright side, Im pretty sure itll get me out of work tomorrow. I really need the day to get my homework straightened out anyhow.
bush AND kerry are in milwaukee today. and they have an entourage of crappy music (bon jovi, brookes and dunn,etc).
michael moore's been here too.
and the commercials are horrific...i barely watch tv or listen to the radio, but there's one every other minute it seems. a lot of shit talking about the other candidate...i like that