Day 9


hi. Were you in the rock today? I saw your friend, you know who, but not you. Someone smells really good in here. Pretty cold. Slippery as hell. Just spent some hours at the librry, doing research, my eyes are sort of numb. Have you been busy all weekend, since I saw you last? Lots of work, you said. Last night we played pool and saw the Improvidence show. Mediocre. Kate said I was in a really strange mood and refused to make eye-contact with me after 8:00 pm. Thought that was strange. I need to get out of here soon, go home for spr. brk. My mind feels funny, rubbery, like stretched out silly putty. I don't know, I think I'm becoming too submersed, rather entrenched, in Brown. Need a break or I'll never get it all back. So, I think I'll go home the Fri and come back towards the end of the week. Let me know what your plans are. It'd be great if they coincide. My mother called today. She just got back from a business trip to Atlanta. I told her about my weekend and she said, "Well, at least you're getting out a little bit." Like I'm a spaniel or something. Go ahead, Mom, flaunt my anti-social tendencies in my face. I don't care. I know she didn't mean it, but that was such a condescending thing to say, and from my Mom, that hurts. Yikes. I wish I was somewhere else. Not home, not here... where? Some warm, hazy locale where it rains every afternoon for 15 minutes and there are boats and white stucco. Stereo-typed? That's ok. I just want to be lounging, sleeping too much or too little and not caring, eating tropical fruits and etc. I don't know. I'm loosing it. I wonder if you have called back?