come on over to my neighborhood
homework is such a frame of mind, i'm either in the zone or not, and right now i am not in the zone. i am dreaming of a big unpredictable summer reunion of people far and away. a day of celebration and no work. i think i can pull it off. i'll give it a go either way, only 5 other people are ever as enthusiastic as me, but hey, five is enough. i'm eating my hands off, and going to start blaring pre-soccer music. it feels so good. i wish i had this warm up tape when i was still a competitor, i only had feel good revolution and it was never loud enough to drown out the radio's rob zombie of sheila devine. Anyway, back to the homework, postmodernism rules and tell everyone i said so.