This won't be long. SEB has been calling since 9 something. I've been to lazy to get off-LINE. I don't know what I'm doing. But I'm pretty sure I'm doing it WRONG. I have two papers to write. One to bullshit a little more than I'd like. PRD is still on my mind. STRONG. But it'll be all GOOD. as they say. I feel like rambling. And screaming. touching my toes and singing. I'm in the mood for a party. or a get-to-get-ther of some kind. I'm in the CRAZY groove. Riding the tide and all that shit. I feel like writing a love story. Than burning it. SMoking a joint. than regretting it. Maybe running away and buying something. I don't know. My room's a mess. I'm a mess. It's like it was a few days ago. The same ol' same ol'. I'll write more some other emotionally distraught time. PEACE. GREASE. FLEECE. DFN.