i’ve just read wallace stevens and i’m impressed. i didn’t really get the poem at first because it juxtaposes life and death. life always succeeds. it always continues going on after somebody has died whether one wants it to or not.
i went to las vegas for a few days. i bought a few things. it was nice to just be able to wander around with no worries. the paranoia came and went but it was manageable. i hate groups of all women and groups of all men. those are the groups that get me the most anxious. i’m not sure why.
i’d been running around the prior week getting things under control. dropped my american religious diversity class. it was a great class even though i’m an atheist. just very fair and interesting. talked with three teachers.
my life has been fairly boring. i’m have a lot of strange dreams, though. kissing random people, especially girls.
i need to take a photograph with my med bracelet before i get rid of it.
