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sunday, january 31, 1999, 19:36 knock. thump. knock. thump. peer around the corner knock. thump. thump. thump. a little further to see the security guard trying to get his candy out of the vending machine. knock. thump. clang. paydirt. it's been that kind of a weekend. trying to convince myself not to worry about the future, putting faith into the fact that something will work itself out, whatever that something is. but of course not being able to. of course. and so i'm off in my own little world. and i'm treating other people like crap. and i can't think and i feel dizzy and i'm sick (ahead of schedule for the semester i might add) and i think i'm done bitching for now. and i want to say more, but there's nothing to say. ah well.
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