Lucas: I think it’s gonna be okay, Joe.
Joe: What makes you think that?
Lucas: Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear!

Realization: After yesterday I decided that I will never be balanced, sane and rational. I can try, and I can get better, but in the end, well, there’s the end.

Update: This weekend was Brit-pop Night at a club called the Black Cat. It just *sounds* like something out of an Austin Powers movie. The best part was getting ready to go, wondering what on earth to wear to something called Brit-pop Night. Well, as it turns out, options are wide open. The spectrum included those wearing horn-rimmed glasses and trendy t-shirts as well as those with bright red hair and red glitter pants. Mostly it felt like New York. Except the music was all very mellow guitar-based stuff that no one knew how to dance to. We looked around for clues. And we were horrified by the range of awkward and bizarre-looking movements.

“…Left his heart a blank to fill in/ Lost his faith immaculate when cupid became a villain…” –Moxy Fruvous

Update: So I have this day off, and I don’t know what to do with myself. Walking outside for even two minutes is like a sauna. A really smoggy sauna. So do I go to some museum that I have to trek to? Do I sit around an empty office building with a mango smoothie, checking my e-mail? (Wait, that’s what I’m doing already).