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for fuck's sake: i'm tired, but you know, the sun is up. and i was never good at napping, really. maybe for a while i was, but now they're a novelty, and i was never good at just accepting novelties. i have to observe and relish, and really, what's a nap when you just can't stop thinking about the fact that you're napping? but though i penned a whole entry in my head while i fought sleep, really, to contemplate dawn, i found a time to read. it's now, after dawn and before a call to the registrars office. and maybe at 8:30 i'll try napping again, but really, there is such a thing as to early a nap. and we (all) better hope that i get into Prouste, and reading, in general, because really, i love literature but i hate it to. and this between time is rare. and i may never crack a book open again, i swear it. (what self-agrandizment! to think a post about reading was more important that Prouste! if only you knew the urgency with which there was to get here. to this forum. to tell you i'm reading! of all things, it really, should be assumed. really, this should bear no more interest to you than the realization of "i'm breathing!" and really, if you even take the time to care, you should just think "i should hope so." and you'd be right.)