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Back in Cleveland, and apparently not pleased about it. Being moved in feels really depressing, and I don't know why because I don't understand how what I consciously know affects my feelings and how what know unconsciously affects my feelings respectively. That doesn't mean anything. I'm at least glad my computer works again. My power supply burnt out. Just like me if I hadn't gotten out of Saegertown. Too much weed. My Ipod won't talk to my computer. This feels a lot like moving to case last fall. It's hot as shit, and despite my unrest I don't have a clue what to do with myself. I went to Algebra. I figured that if I sat around I'd just get more upset (it's important to demonstrate that I'm not so helpless) so I went and got a milkshake and started Glory by Nabokov. Two girls asked me on the way out if I opened for...Andrew Bird? when he played there. I told them no. He was good. At least I look like somebody good. I should have stayed and talked with them, it would have cheered me up to have a conversation. Twenty yers, and I'm unsure of myself, troubling myself over a girl, classes, and the state of my electronics. Fucking hell, I want to go back home. I shouldn't be here.