Have you ever had so much sleep in a weekend that you’ve become hung over? Well, that’s where I’m at. The mother of all sleep headaches. I told James earlier that it felt like my head was being pierced by black holes.

I hope the sugar in my system will fuel the ibuprofin to work more quickly. I hurt. At least twelve hours of sleep for three nights in a row. I am escaping into sleep again, instead of facing the world. A recognizable symptom of depression, at least with me. Thank you grandfather, thank you father. The Cramptons will persevere.

I can really only wait this out. I am going to head to the library today to get the rest of my homework done. I have to, otherwise I will wallow in my headache until it is time to go to bed. Things to do, things to do…. things to write, things to read, people to meet… and today, I am that Dave that cries and that wants his mother, and is sniffling, and can’t stop wondering how to go on…

Fun with webcams… I’m such a sucker for a camera. I dig being the center of attention, what can I say? ;)

Got the new version of iJournal, too. It’s ok, fitting more stuff into smaller space, which I dig. I’m used to that more on the PC than I am on the mac, tho. But I’m definitely not complaining. :)

My vacation is turning out to be quite a good time… I’m definitely enjoying myself, and I got all my errands done yesterday. I have to do some homework today which will involve going to the library later on, and possibly to Kinko’s or something after that. Dunno.

In the midst of getting things done, my thoughts are doing what they do… running around in my head. So, while I’m organizing and cleaning and throwing out things around me, ask me if you’re interested. I should be on one of my myriad of messaging clients.

Things for today:

• Go to class and turn in paper.
• Sell bass amp at Elderly.
• While in Old town, cruise a little outside of the Old Town limits for places for rent.
• Deposit check from parentals and money from amp at the bank.

I’ll probably be bumming around East Lansing, maybe a coffee shop or two (shaddup Abby), or Theio’s, or the MSU Union lab, working on writing. I figure that if I get enough motivation, I’ll be able to take over the world.

Uhm, I mean, solve world hunger. Yeah. That.

The weekend was fantastic. Lansing feels foreign. I clearly belong in Detroit. Saturday, I didn’t show up to the DEMF until arond 5, but that’s fine, I was taking my time.

I can’t explain how jarred I was by how wonderful the thunderstorm was and how horrible it was that I couldn’t find a cd to groove to. The thunderstorm followed me all the way from Lansing, as did my dissatisfaction in music.

Once I got to the fest, I felt completely in my element. My trench coat billowed perfectly in the wind leftover from the storm, and I wandered throughout each area… I can’t even describe it. Saturday was a wonderful night. I got to see tons of people… , (which was nice, because I hadn’t seen her in a long time), , Keltoid, , , , , , , , and so many others…. just a fantastic night.

Sunday was bright, sunny, warm, and did I mention sunny? I’m red. Like a f’tomato. Anyway, Sunday was good too. Dinner with the DetGoth crew at Niki’s Pizza in Greektown was a good time. Wish I could have eaten more of that pizza, it was really good. Katester and her friend (can’t remember her name for the life of me) were very cool. Back at the fest istelf, I got a lot of writing done, and got to talk to two bums… one was more educated in literature than I am, and one… emphatic doesn’t begin to describe the man when you start talking about George Clinton. Heh. Unfortunately, I only got to hear the latter from a distance, but DJ Bone tore that shit up… I started to feel sick, so I headed back to Shelby Twp. Probably let myself get dehydrated. I felt better today, but decided not to go back to the fest. Hung out with and and worked on my paper. Good times. Now I’m at home, avoiding finishing that very same paper. Ah, well.

I have had to skip 80 entries back to get to the entry I last viewed on my friends page. Now that the prospect is so daunting, I’m considering doing either homework or organizing the piece of fiction I’m writing.

It’s turning into a book.

I’ll probably organize while I read old entries.

The CD player in my car…. PLAYS CD’S!!

I don’t get these flip-down faces. What’s the damn point. If it was to make the readout bigger and better, why did they design such a shitty layout, that would look better with a smaller display? I think I got spoiled with the overabundance of info on the Kenwood display. :)

BTW, there’s activity on the journal again. Yay, fiction!