One vision and then I'm off to bed, because that's the thing to do.
I foresee... A semester of a lot of struggle. A semester without any struggle would already denote something being wrong... I can see myself in one of two positions, the more unfortunate of which involves being like a zombie... A depressed, lonely soul seeking one thing and one thing only... But at what price am I willing to pay to prevent being zombified... At least being a zombie is a stable state, where I can't say much for any of my alternate routes... I'm so very hungry. It's so close... Please, just sweep me away... Let the tide come and engulf me... Then we'll really see how good my psychic powers are...
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 22, 2003 03:47 AM