The Contemplative Life

The U-Frisbee types are at a tournament in Knox, which means that I can finally, hopefully, get some work done this weekend without trekking to the library.

I sit here and write this, knowing full well that I have no plans to do any work tonight. But it's a nice thought.

I am planning to spend some time inside my head this weekend. I've spent too much time lately consuming various sorts of media and various sorts of alcohol, and, as always, I feel stupider.

My brain feels soft and fuzzy, as if one of my roommates had mischievously filled it with cottonballs. Probably Jubb…

I probably am stupider, when I get like this. I certainly don't feel awake until I've done enough reading/writing/thinking to jumpstart my brain again.

More later, perhaps.