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I would appreciate it if I could sleep without some extreme, latent anxiety I have causing me to wake up every 45 minutes, to stare at the clock as if I'm terribly late for something. This effeteness is making me hate sleep more than I ever did before.
So, I wake up at 10 after falling asleep at 6A.M., which means I have 9 hours to conceivably print out enough of these to hand out to every Memphis College of Art student I'll be meeting tonight:
I'm gonna need more paper.
Eudict has a longstanding tradition of translating the term 'dwarftosser' into every language they offer, and I really need to find a way to incorporate that word into Japanese class.
I've so far gotten more use out of the Persona soundtrack that came with the PSP game, than the game--mostly because I'm too lazy to wait the 30 seconds the 6-disc changer in my car takes to spit the fucker out.
He claimed that in a grown man enthusiasm for such a useless pastime
as collecting insects was evidence enough of a mental quirk. Even in
children, unusual preoccupation with insect collecting frequently
indicates an Oedipus complex......And the fact that he does not leave off
once he has grown up is quite definitely a sign that the condition has
become worse. Thus it is far from accidental that entomologists
frequently have an acute desire for acquisitions and that they are
extremely reclusive, kleptomaniac, and homosexual. From this point to
suicide out of weariness with the world is but a step.
- Sunna no Ona, Kobo Abe 1962