Just take three or four hits off of this economic and political maneuvering crack and you’ll feel better.
On my slightly antiquated but still foxy powerbook, I have a chia pet on my dashboard. This is a logical chia pet instead of one that truly exists in this world, but I still have to water him every day. This dashboard is logical. Everything that I have on it not real, my mind makes it real. The dictionary, the song lyrics widget, the calendar, the calculator — they all do real things, but only if I say so. They will sit there patiently waiting for their twenty seconds of fame each week. I seem to have lost enough touch with reality to have placed school in a logical safe, where I’ve forgotten the combination. This university does not get any dedicated fame this week, I also plan to not give it any for the next few. Only one more month, and then the adventure begins.
I think I made it through March. I am still recovering and it is the twelfth day of April. I choose to dwell on last month.
As a habitual user of the English language, I have decided that March is by far the coolest sounding month. It it is the bohemian month, not of these lame -ary or -ber suffxes. I am aware that there are other endings and unique months, but nothing is more beautiful and peculiarly symmetrical than something like March 5, 19xx or 20xx. For the record, through years of research and baked pies of my insight, April is by far the best.
I want to throw up my arms and become a tenured journalist.