I worry about my random attention to detail when it approaches the extreme. I can’t help but worry that it’s linked somehow to the spirituality that I fear is just mild schitzophranea. My window has been replaced, and it’s muted the sounds outside the car and magnified the sounds in the car to such a way that driving without a stereo is going to drive me mad.

One down, I tell my car, and only three to go. I’ll take care of you.

The only woman I’ve ever been in love with and am still friends with is frustrated and torn with helplessness. And I can’t really do anything to help. I’m not involved, but I swear to Draconis that her pain is tangible.

I can only say thank you for making my backyard infinitely bigger.

They tell us we’re the best. Nobody hits and surpasses expectations like we do. We continually push ourselves and can only be driven from the inside, as any compensation from the outside is horrendously insignificant. A good friend and someone whom I respect spiritually told me yesterday that I shouldn’t accept the dirt that I’m being handed.

My birthday party may get us evicted from the overwhelming response I’ve gotten. Dig it. The Dave/Schwa/Skippy is mighty. Hee hee.

For everyone that comes to the party (if you can see this, 99.9% chance you’re invited) – email me for my address.

crampto3@hotmail.com

Oh, and Pfranque will be spinning CD’s, not rekkids, so if you have suggestions (or want to bring something to give him a break with), bring ’em witcha.

I wrote three poems last night.
Experienced a bit of social discomfort.
Maybe I should ask Syn/Ack or Deatheater to teach me how to DJ.
Maybe I should stick to the projects I have at hand.
Dew tastes good in the morning.
Got my grocery shopping done yesterday, as planned.
I will hafta pick up something for the GS potluck today. Maybe some hookers.

May 3rd.
My apartment.
Around 9:00 PM

Featuring IPM‘s own DJ Pfranque

BYOB, because the stuff I’m buying will probably go fast.

I did laundry last night, and it ended up going pretty late. Then Scott made margarita mix as I was yelling out of my room about self-destructive behavior. So we indulged. They were tasty. And we talked. And I slept far too little last night and got into work an hour and a half late. So I’ll stay an hour and a half after shift.

I’m going to Spiral tonight. I think I’ll post on the Lansing communities about it.

Coherent thought will eventually catch up to me. I hope. Heheheh…