Row upon row of black computers. Black keyboards. Black moniters. The entire classroom looks like it's been redecorated for a funeral, the death of the Information Age is happening here and we are teaching it, spreading it.

Funny what things you think on days like this.

I'll be going to the doctor tomorrow, apparently. Won't have time after class.

I ended up passing out and sleeping right until the time I had to get ready to leave, which is for the best, I think. If I'd been awake to deal with that pain... yeah.

Deb had been hoarding vicodin.

Took one just before I left, and now another pill slip-slides down...

...it amazes me how willing I am to bullshit myself. I'm going to have a long conversation with Sin and I hope that helps. She, I think, understands a lot of what I'm going through.

She's got similar... issues, is that the PC word for it? Issues.

My... she... She... wrote something. I want to know what it is. I also know that if it's not being showed to me, there's got to be a reason for it.

Doesn't mean I like it.

Anyway, I'm at class now. Scott, Grr, Daris... if you read this, do me a favor and email me, please?

*rewinds herself, just for BlueScribe*