Man, I thought I was done with these. I don't have another day off until nine days from now, and I'm already exhausted. I ended up being stuck at work until 7:45 p.m. today. I knew I should've just gone home and gone to sleep, but instead I went to Tommy's and had a chili burger, which guarantees that I'm going to have a rough night of GERD symptoms. So I'm trying to postpone that moment of lying down supine.

It is not entirely clear to me what I had hoped to accomplish tonight, except maybe getting a little tipsy and perhaps even filling my heart with unquenchable longing.

The vagaries of consciousness? Or quantum mechanical effects?

From the New York Times regarding the Alan Moore, the artist of the comics from which the movie “V for Vendetta” is based:

I am, ultimately, an idealist. However, I can understand that there are limits to trying to achieve utopia. There are physical laws—thermodynamics, relativity, quantum mechanics—that make certain things impossible. But when someone tells me that something is impossible because of the recalcitrance of human nature, I call bullshit.

The problem with me is that I always try to find something wrong.

Delirium AKA acute confusional state. (I wonder how Dream’s little sister feels about her new name? Read “Sandman” by Neil Gaiman to figure what the hell I’m talking about.)

Oh God, what have I done? Or more exactly, what did I fail to do?

“Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there, with open arms and open eyes….”