Life is going by way too fast.

If I was dangerously close to dying from sleep deprivation, my body would just fall asleep, right?

I am writing a research paper on Jim DeMint. He is a terrible human.

Back from Chicago, which still smells like chocolate. It was a blast. I don't know why I brought school work, I never seriously thought about working.

Isn't it strange that you could go your whole life and only be exposed to a small fraction of society? I was thinking about this as I walked around the Gold Coast area of the city, observing the enormous industry that caters to the top 1% of the world.

At this point in my life, I feel pretty uncultured.

I am home for the first time since I've been in college.

It's warm here.

Last night, I slept on my right hand. It went so numb that when I rolled over in my sleep and it touched my face, I thought a bat was attacking me. I literally jumped out of bed and panicked.

In other news, I shaved my head. Not THAT short, but pretty short.

Also, the Yankees won the World Series, and I don't understand why this makes me so angry. It's such an irrational hatred.

Remember, remember, the 5th of November

The gunpowder treason and plot

I can think of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot

Most of my relationships here lack depth. This is frustrating.

Halloween was fun though, I danced around Mass. Ave with no pants on. I was Tom Cruise in Risky Business (in that one scene). The costume required a good deal of courage, and fortunately that comes in liquid form.