He runs just like clockwork

Here's the subject of my first research proposal of the semester. The first of many. I can't believe how quickly school has picked up, and how easily one can fall behind. Especially if they take the weekend off and attend a 3-day music festival and partake in huge overdoses of music and sun. Rifflandia was completely worth it, though; I've been listening to Jets Overhead for the past three hours straight. And the headache I had yesterday from being kicked in the head by a small Asian crowd-surfer still persists.

Last night, there was insomnia, man, and 2:30 am had me wandering around the apartment boiling water for endless cups of lavender tea and opening all of the windows and probably waking up my poor roommate. And being on the edge of being worried about assignments, but just a little too tired to be able to focus properly and do anything productive about it.

Why are so many books about the early BC fur trade missing from the library? Is that what all the cool kids are reading about these days?

A long hiatus

"On a small unlit boat at sea at night, our minds turned inward to gnaw at those memories until the appreciation of the beauty and the ache involved was more acute than it had ever been before we left. A pair more evolved than us might have been grateful for the opportunity but Don and I became caricatures of disconsolate self-absorption. We staggered around the Sea Mouse from berth to cockpit seat sighing grandly and staring off into the middle distance. We rarely spoke explicitly of one another's recent history, but it was at all times clear what we were thinking about. We each lost weight and grew preposterous-looking beards."-Kevin Patterson, The Water in Between