Since I've gotten home, I haven't done a bit of work. It's now 9:30, that's nearly 3 hours of nothing. I'm tired. What's your excuse? I only have two problem sets to finish.
How often do you think about death? It comes up for me at least every day, usually several times. Apparently Erdos thought about it a lot, too.
There's a big spider in the corner. I don't recall any flies or other insects living in this room, so I may as well kill it. The question: how? Swatting it is so cliche and the spider is in an awkward place between a bookshelf and the corner. I may as well just leave it alone, lacking any better ideas.
I still haven't taken the remains of my destroyed table out. Hmm.
And I didn't sing in the shower today. But I did sleep in. I didn't have anything till 11:30, so it seemed like the natural thing to do. It felt good. I needed the break.
I am Ferapont. And yesterday, a friend of mine said I had caught a disease that would slowly kill me: antisociality. He has watched it slowly eat me over the past 4 years. He may have a point. It will be the end of me.
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