What is it like to be trapped inside one’s own mind?

01102005—12:30am

I often wonder and then periodically the question is reinforced. They forgot to paint the edge of my window sill.

I love the entire concept of On Demand television. I finished watching Igby Goes Down this eve. It was a well done film with an ending that is not up to par with the rest of the piece. In an odd way it reminded me of my own briefly started and far from complete work but with a decidedly blue blood feel to it.

Being that it has passed midnight, today is tomorrow and I will once again embark on my continuing academic journey. I find it odd that I both crave and loathe it. I realize though that I crave that which is right and detest that and those utterly beyond my own control. Remarkable it is how the academic experience can be made so trivial by the human component. Interrupt—

The moment is lost—maybe more then…