I woke up from a dream about going to a hockey game which rapidly transcended to a break battle with three deejays. The hockey players had more moves than crazy legs. What does this mean?
I'm lost in the stadium of life, waiting for something I hate, trying to see it for something I love? Do I just need to go out dancing?
Actually, I don't really hate hockey, so much as I am indifferent to it. Maybe that is the message streaming from my subconscious mind. Stop wasting time on indifference!
It is such a nice day outside, and I am sitting here beside the window. I should be out shooting. Making things happen. Not learning about telescopes. I understand the cultural implications of scientific discoveries. Do I really care about Hubble's Linear Theory? No.
More than anything I just resent the time of this class. It's never a good day if I'm up before noon. Maybe I'd enjoy science in the evening?
Also my throat still hurts, I hate summer colds.
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