March 25, 2009
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Back from a long trip.
… comprised of riding on a bus, singing, and the occasional Jag-bomb.
and I managed to see Blue Man Group while I was in Chicago. While everyone else was either broke or too iffy about going out on the streets of Chicago at night (for some paranoid reason), I just went. Hilton Garden Inn to Grand-Red rail station,… to Belmont,… and walk to Briar Street Theatre. Some of the best $32 of my life. … I love it when people are paranoid of going out at night. They miss out on a lot of shit.Right now?
I’m debating sleep, but in a strange way of thinking,… wondering what the point is.
Sleep, dream, wake up, feel refreshed…
… I can never remember my dreams anymore.Not depressed about it. Dreams come and go.
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Okay. I lie. I am a bit depressed about it.
… but I’m going to spare you the rant, because I may as well just fall asleep anyways.
College is making me into a stress-freak. Academics are a bitch.
