TOYS! TOYS! TOYS!
How question marks cease to matter and the process of questioning
dissolves at the risk of disappearing. And open palms cease to reach for
answers for fear of losing too much blood at once.

- nathalie stephens




Today is really really lame. Because it is so lame, I've decided to write. Today I woke up, and then went back to bed until noon. I attempted some lousy homework, and then I was planning on going to this Anne Carson reading at U of M. To my dismay, I couldn't find the room number or the building, so I am not going. 1) because I am lazy 2) because this intense homework that should have been done oh, about 4 hours ago isn't.

Tonight I have my poetry class which should be good. I don't have to contribute anything but my firey intellect and sharp wit, so I'm all set. I also have to critique some really bad poetry. My class has decided that we are going out for some beer after class at Sidetracks, which is a good thing. I really like my class. ALSO. I don't have to work tommorrow morning at Barnes and Noble, so I can have a good time.

I should have some pretty good stories after this class. It's "La Ruby's" birthday, and we're critiquing her poems. What a mess. What a mess.