2002-03-02 :: 11:12 p.m.

what now?

Soundtrack: none

What to do when you have finally gotten a rather peachy job (and immediately snorfed milk for the first time in your life after accepting it, no doubt a very good sign), are currently stage managing the first and last play you will ever be involved with the production side of, will be seeing your oldest best friend in Barcelona for Spring Break, still have an incomplete on your hands that must be done to graduate, are currently putting off a four page paper that you could easily knock off half of before going home for dessert, have not made as much progress on the thesis you have been dreaming about, have no immediate pressing interest in anyone of the opposite sex, wanted to write this on a neat date (like 02 II 2002) but are settling for one that doesn't really catch your eye, finally think you know the reason why life subtly falls apart in little painful cracks for you, why you feel as though you are always busy but never getting things done, have no real impetus to write lately on paper or the web (you are arguably too busy to navel-gaze), are bored, bored, bored, so bored with all of that.

So then, this, now.

Now, now, now, now, now.