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Thursday, October 28, 2004
more signs of overwork: last night(this morning) while taking an approx. 2 hr nap from about 4.30-6.30am. i had a dream about the references in the essay i was working on that was due today. i was bringing my flatmate mindy around to these hella abstract places. proper physical places. but they were really abstract. and i was all like. see this is blahblahblah! to mindy and gesturing at the place. and the places were all physical manifestations of my references. trippy. one place was all blue and like some empty street thing but was actually a narrow corridor. i wonder which reference that was. you don't need drugs to have have trippy visions y'all. you just need to overwork. today. i am a zombie. and as a result of the lethargy. i am easily depressed. actually on hindsight, i was listening to pink floyd while working on the essay. i don't know if it was last night or two nights ago. wonder if that caused the dream. dark side of the moon does things to your moon y'all. moon? what the fuck? even just thinking of it affects my typing. does things to your MIND. YOUR MIND. man i'm so tired. 2 more essays to go. ho ho ho. make all them words flow, tap them letters on a tempo. had a cuppa joe, rubbin' on my toe. making like i'm all, in the know. this rhyme is whack, like a bad tv show. all trying to front, like i's hawaii-five-o. ah fuck i'm too tired. off to get some dinner. if i make it to the food. it'd better be good. if not i'll be callin, all my boyz in da ho- oh shut the fuck up.
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