solipsistry.
I, perhaps, am the master?
cogito ergo, I don't care about you.
not really, of course.

I sure feel like it though.


Lesson in Philly tomorrow.

I hope she doesn't tear me apart.
I think I can hang with Ruth for at least a little bit.
I wish I didn't have fucking rehearsal when I get back.
I wonder how pissed Mrs. Riley is gonna be when she finds out I may miss both practices on the week of championships.



You can't draw the mind.

that's what he said.


i feel i should try.



though, I probably will get preoccupied.




I should leave it to the people who can actually draw anyway.





at somepoint I'll have to go back to school.

it seems like that isn't even real.

I still need to write my college essays

or i could just not go to college and move to a city and sit on the corner and panhandle like a madman.

i suck at quasi-stream of consciousness.