Warmth really makes a difference. Nothing like driving on winding back roads with the windows down. The sun setting the trees on fire.

Good weekend, great weather. I like riding my bike a lot. Vegan Treats, West Philly Clark Park festival, Balderdash, New Harmony Buffet, drinking 33 oz. of green tea and puking all of it up on the sidewalk. Warmer weather helps everything. I got home from work a little while ago. Job is going great. I really like it a lot. I'm skipping class today...gonna eat my vegan treats and maybe watch a movie or something.

Inability to move in September. Inability to get anything done. Inability to feel happy. I'm unable. I'm going to blame it on the weather.

With our sincere gaze we survey these ruins as if the old monster lay crushed forever beneath the rubble. We pretend to take up home again as the image recedes into the past, as if we were cured once and for all of the scourge of the camps. We pretend it all happened only once, at a given time and place. We turn a blind eye to what surrounds us and a deaf ear to humanity's never-ending cry.

-Night and Fog, 1955

I'd like to write a few letters. If you'd like one, comment with your address?

I feel so tired. So run down. Old college try.

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.