Nothing like a David Lynch film when the house is empty. Everything is pointless and I am wasting my time. These are just recycled thoughts. I have a strange desire to become deaf. But not really, maybe I am just second guessing myself. I can picture myself frantic uncertain yelling into the phone because I can’t hear if anyone has picked up. If I stopped speaking how long would it take me to forget the sound of my voice? I am so sick of contemporary existence. I am terribly glad classes are cancelled for tomorrow. This is entirely stupid. I’m done for now.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
