Is this darkness in you, too?
I think such interesting and useless things sometimes. When talking to Billy last night, he told me that he had trouble connecting the interconnections in history such as those between Napoleon and Jefferson. The issue is not realizing that they existed and when so much as that they interacted. Imagine if someone were to read all of these blogs and try to put together a cohesive history of the last few weeks of my life? All of these individuals linking me and giving the links clever little titles. Perhaps all this journal is is my side of the story, my stake in the futures perception of me. After all, to be is to be perceived.
Sunday night was a good time of 5 hours of pool at Slick Willy’s, where I was but an independent variable as opposed to Billy’s constant. I have proved that I have absolutely no luck, particularly when there is pressure, by magically getting one of the balls into the hole exactly when it was least appropriate. There’s the rub. I should not be allowed to handle a pool cue when sleepy, as I am wont to do violent and generally inappropriate things. Billy should not be allowed to talk at night, as he is wont to forget everything he says even though it was probably pretty important. How convenient.
C-span raises cholesterol levels. I love it anyway.
The West Wing reminds me of Sports Night, which makes me happy, as Sports Night filled the void left in my life when I finally finished watching NewsRadio. I remember waking up at 3 am to watch the reruns on Comedy Central.
Explosions in the Sky is the best thing to happen to my playlist since I ripped everything William had by Bowie.
My new room is beautiful, and you should all come by and see it.
Enjoying Firefly… next I’ll probably be reading Kurt Vonnegut and liking it. Losing my soul, I tell you.