So yet again I’ve reached a point in my life where I simply do not care. I come to such junctions frequently which would seem to indicate a larger whole ( Read more... )

The Northbrook and Evanston races occurred last weekend. These two races were my first competitions in an A category and I went in fully expecting to have my ass handed to me. I came away unsurprised. Should have recognized a shadow of things to come when I saw Mary Grace there and discovered that she was competing ( Read more... )

I found myself suddenly awake early Wednesday morning (February 10, 2010) in a way that I have not been for some time. I was awake-fully awake-without there being any transition whatsoever from being unconscious to conscious. One moment I was soundly asleep, the next, I was awake as though I had been for hours. Still dark outside, of course. No ( Read more... )

I had in my possession a homework assignment of vital importance that I had to complete. The assignment was on a single sheet of paper which conveniently also included a schedule for night classes ( Read more... )

Once again I find myself in some trench where I lack the ability to transmit information coherently. This comes in conjunction with the fact that I have, on the whole, been neglecting my writing once again. Salvation from the Kafka Diaries is minimal. Strong interest in writing, but little will to actually sit down and do anything specific. ( Read more... )

This situation is intolerable. Not long ago I was the kind of man who could not stand to lie awake in bed past 7:00. I would attempt to do so, wasting many useless hours awake in bed waiting for the day to pass by. And then, after the morning had come and gone, my body would be filled with restlessness as a vessel is filled with water. My legs ( Read more... )

While riding the train: a man came out of the bathroom and slammed the door so hard that even though I was sitting in the upper level, I felt the impact in my chest ( Read more... )

Did an absolutely pitiful amount of writing on Monday. Was so thoroughly disgusted by it that I angrily resolved that I would get up early the next morning and write furiously in The Black Book. Got up early on Tuesday, still determined to make up for lost ground. Sat down at the table and managed only to write "(12 Jan)." Sat staring at the date ( Read more... )

Woodstock is 1487 days old ( Read more... )

Woodstock is 1481 days old
Blondie and Dagwood are 967 days old

By opting out of the trials set before us we become fat and weak and slow.