untitled... because there is some sort of crazy blog karma, my blog will give me no blog title block. so, therefore i'm currently avoiding titles...

this morning I woke at 5 am, if i slept at all. i packed up the mess covering the entirety of my room into my bag, and pulled on my 'peep show' shirt, sugar shoes, stripy socks and funky hoody. feeling urban. Planning today.

I stride over to the harley in anticipation of a fun and stylin’ ride to school in my fun urban outfit, but alas, a quick ride to the end of the block reveals two flat tires. I flip a bitch with regret, and exchange my very cool harley bike for my not so cool retired mountain bike. Note to self: pump up tires for future fun.

I’m off to get some work done pre-group-Pliny project meeting at 8am, 10am theory, Pliny project again at 12, planning at 1, no breaks.

I fly home on my mtb for a break at 5:30, blogisms on the brain, unhappy bugs in the eyeballs. Thinking of the eccentricities of Ribe, Warren’s philosophy of life, my own transition from non-reader to slight reader and non-writer to occasional reader and sometimes writer with usual severe writers block.

I manage to slip in a mad-crazy dance party with jerry-dog before I’m back to campus for more Pliny-plan.