Thoughts from Class

Sudafed is once again fogging my brain. I didn’t notice it until I had to interact with people. and . came over gleeful and child-like with the warm and sunny weather.

My serious and zoned behavior might have brought them down from their natural high, but I hope not. But then again, I hope they actually went to class.

Psychopomp. My professor just used that word. What a goddamn diggity word. Silly Phra Malai and his jumping and flying to the heavens and hells. Silly psychopomp.

Some people here have a difficulty with grasping a circular timeline.

Thoughts from Theio’s

They have Theio’s branded matchbooks now. At least these aren’t misspelled, like the coffeehouse menus were when they first came out. is sleeping in the booth across from us after smoking a cigarette which had been lit by one of the aforementioned matches.

The desired noisy environment has been achieved, but the quiet mind has not. Reading homework helped. Writing a letter to helped. Writing this is helping. Writing in my book is the goal here. Making some sort of headway. Getting in a groove. Well here goes nothing.