they called it night, i call it mine

11:06 p.m. x 2008-09-09

currently listening to: "bratislava" by beirut

since i've been back here at school i have read, so far, in their entirety: nine stories and raise high the roof beams... by salinger, the vagina monologues by eve ensler, the bell jar by sylvia plath, the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera and slaughterhouse-five by kurt vonnegut. currently working on the late mrs. dorothy parker (almost halfway) and james joyce's portrait of the artist as a young man (just started).

i was feeling very proud of myself for that and then i went to see the school psychologist. he asked me "are you interested in people at all?". it must be a thing, some planet is somewhere, in retrograde, and no one hears what they're saying to me.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11