we have a map of the piano

Such a trippy day.

Spent the morning banging my head against Gilgamesh -- oops, I meant writing a paper. Finished in record time, primarily because: (1) I could hardly give a shit, and (2)... no, wait, I really only need that one reason. Afterwards, had lunch at my mom's place since my dad and brother were leaving for Manila (plus, I had neither food nor coin readily available in this black hole of an apartment). I was supposed to spend the whole afternoon there, but things got boring really quickly, so I decided to crash N's place for a while. We made good use of her deck, the sun, her speakers, and my iPod (Kevin Drew, DeVotchKa, Shout Out Louds, and I even managed to sneak in a couple of Múm songs). Those few hours pretty much summed up everything I love about near-summer in Vancouver. She made quick work of her stash of Quebecois beer, while I had to wallow in the wretched sobriety my evening class required of me. Swung by my apartment to pick up a few books, then headed to stupid class. Left early though -- the second our prof called for a break, I was already shoving my things in my bag. So rude.

Red bulls consumed: 2. Gross.

So much junk going on (supplies!). I better schedule some stare-at-my-ceiling time pretty soon before I do something drastic. I don't really know what "drastic" constitutes at this point, but it can't be pretty.

Friday!