"Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain, just move yo' ass"
Johnson Barnes said it best. Mental and physical fatigue have become such a stable in my day-to-day life that I often wonder just what would happen to me if I had energy. So, it figures as much to just push it as far as I can, and see what comes of it. Like being 10th grade stoned on hard drugs-- but when you overdose you just sleep. Nice. I've been dancing in the storm and i'll keep going 'til the eye comes.
I'm hungry! Actually my diet these days has been coffee and bagels, and I'm almost fearing the repercussions of any changes to this meal plan. Projectile vomiting? A sprint to the bathroom staaaalls ((kanye voice)Fuck yooooooooouuuu), or just not even being able to get it down. I almost feel this blog will become just extended Facebook and Twitter updates that internet friends never wanted to hear. I guess internet is a great place to scream your lungs out into the nothingness of cyber space. Therapeutic?
Teacher is going on and on about plagiarism. Talking about intellectual dishonesty, fallacy of selection, page references and a student that almost became violent when she called him out for plagiarism. Wait! If I paraphrase her story about that bro without giving you her name, date of reference, and when she told this story, am I treading on her intellectual property, plagiarizing her stories and thus worthy of internet exile? Riddle me that. But with proper citation of course.
Be excellent to yourself,