There was something in the air that night..
I’ve been oddly tired as of late. I really can’t explain it, and I really don’t understand it. I’m sleeping too much these past few days I suppose. So here it is 8:23 on a Tues night and I don’t know what to do with myself. I really don’t want to read or study the things I’m avoiding, but I don’t want to park myself in front of the television and loose hours out of my night. I know Pauline wanted me to go out tonight with her, but honestly who has the energy to go out on a Tues. and then make it to class on Wend. And I think I may be less enchanted with going out then my neighbors. I just don’t find it overwhelmingly entertaining to drink, go somewhere where I don’t particularly enjoy the music they are playing, get hit on and felt up by gross guys and then head home. Don’t get me wrong that’s a great activity here and there, but every free night? I just can’t get that into it, it’s like me not liking beer, I’m clearly a failure as a college student. So it goes. My plan as of now is to throw myself into some Locke and Shoemaker, delving into their thoughts on Personal identity and its place in metaphysics. Why can’t philosophy just return to no real reading to speak of, Don Quixote the lord of La Mancha, and raspily recited “the sky is a hazy shade of winter” Here’s to the past…