ira glass is my friend

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sleepy post

I like driving with my girl

chairs

Weekend in Wainscott with people I like doing things with and things I like doing.

walking around bridgehampton at night waiting for my friends to arrive, the beach sunny but in winter, resting long on my white couches, bay, sand, candy kitchen diner, a dream about voldemort, a messy house, a cleaned house, protecting myself from the cold.

faulkner you are democratic

Since my last post, i have taken an eight hour nap and feel like a normal person again, i.e. not like I'm drunk with tiredness. Despite that, I'm forced back to paper writing, or at least paper thinking. I really don't think my fingers would permit me to start another paper for at least a couple days. Still, if I don't start planning my Faullkner final paper soon ill be in sorry state. So, here I'm going try to trick my brain into thinking that I'm just writing a blog post, no stress, no problem alec, just relaxing, thinking for fun, you like Faulkner so just figure out why, and what you want to write about and that'll give you the energy to make the 12 page paper climb in a few days. yeah, so, what do I think of Faulkner, and what do i want to write about?

Race. Faulkner is obsessed with race. But what is the larger picture? The larger picture is that societies notion of race is exemplary of

shit, more to come, brain tired.

Go for gold

In class this morning I calculated that I have been awake for approximately 35 of the last 38 hours. That is two all-nighters back to back, minus a two and a half hour nap after the first, and a half hour nap in the cafeteria before my 9 a.m. class after the second. Waking up to go to class was where the real difficulty came. And it was so cold and shitty. I was sort of okay otherwise.

It started at 11pm two nights ago, after a three hour nap from 8-11pm (preparation for what i thought was going to be a single, very productive all-nighter). I kept my blinds shut so as not to remind myself that day had come. At 2:30 I took my nap. When i woke up it was 5 and the sun had already gone down. As the light rose this morning I saw the first bit of daylight i'd seen in two days. but it was raining.

Now im at work. Here are the barcodes i scanned:
->35042000714072
->35042010167741
->35042012342201
->35042010949411

Ten minutes ago i felt great, like i had overcome sleep ("woah! i feel indestructible guys!") but now im at work and im falling all over my desk and sighing like a kid dragged to a museum by his parents. My brain feels extra goey. My shift is over in an hour and 12 minutes. It will take me six or seven minutes to walk back to my room. Then I can go to sleep.

last year was a big one, 2008 almost done

Pictures of people (i think i these get their moods at the time pretty well), and then a picture of my bed when i went skiing in Utah. I spent a lot of time on that bed. Things i did: Watched two bootleged seasons of the office on the internet, listened to music, lit up the dark room with the screen as my parents slept, emailed people.

Sophia and Christine

bernardo
Kenny

Sam
sophia
Christine

my hotel bed