i don't even know what to call this...

well. here I am again. It's 1:37 in the morning and sleep is the love I'm after. So far, I'm being rejected.

The thought for the moment? Sometimes, you just need to sit down after tying to study all night, and watch whatever movie happens to be plyaing on TV. But then I start to think: is this just a waste of perfectly good time to think? Is this just a waste of brain cells? I start to think, No, of course not. Always with an eye to Truth, always in the pursuit of Good and growth, can't all things be means to this end? Now, has anyone else caught the fact that I'm becoming my own worst nightmare? It all comes back to this: not everything is profound. Sometimes it's just a damn squirrel and you need to get over it. Sometimes, it's a B movie late at night and that's all it should be. perfect.

Other news? I fiiiinally booked a flight out west. And I'd have been handing out details tonight if any of the people I hoped to stay with would answer their fricking phones. How can everyone all of a sudden have a life? And why don't I? That's the real question.

Well. That's all I've got. Sorry for getting your hopes up. But tomorrow, tomorrow is going to be a great day. A morning spent in honoured presence. An afternoon spent with a good friend (hopefully) and an evening spent reading. I can't wait.