i don't know why i don't feel like myself in the presence of other people. i don't know why i say the things i say or why i repeat certain words like competent, interesting, that reminds me, tangentially. sometimes if someone speaks at me with an accent i will begin using a similar accent. sometimes if someone brushes their hair away from their face i will do the same, though no hair is there to be brushed away. last week i showed the film Waking Life by Richard Linklater because i've had to teach this composition class all semester based in different philosophies. so i thought that film would be a good way to 'wrap up' the class. the same day i began showing the movie someone on htmlgiant posted the article written by PKD that is discussed at the end of the film. which is strange, especially considering what the PKD article is about. i don't believe this means anything but i wish it did. then i found myself thinking of 'coincidence' a lot and not believing in it, which is not to say that i believe in anything else.
also: there is a new issue of elimae out with a writing by a good friend, Patrick Whitfill, here. also: another friend far overseas has a story at SLQ, here. i remember the Turtle Creek well. i was drunk once there.
mood: even-tempered, distant, very close to robotic.
weather: sunshiny but cold.
food: a bean burrito with habenero sauce.
drink: Hansen's soda, tangerine lime.
money: federal refund check.
confusion: mild in depth but encompassing most things.
level of tiredness: moderate.
cleanliness of apartment, life, mind: moderate.
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