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All play and no work makes Tina wish she were a dull girl. So it's been a while since I've published a post. I've written a slew of unpublished posts, a few (illegible) things on paper, and generally nothing of substance. I'm in a strange place right now and it makes me flighty. Being 20 doesn't prevent you from ending a night with drunken faceplants in a plate of chicken wings at Einstein's even when you started the afternoon with a smart Grey Goose martini at Holts, but here's hoping it means no more concussions at frat parties. There are no presentable pictures from last night, but there are plenty from a few weekends ago: And there's a demon in my brain, who starts to overwhelm And there it goes, my last chance for peace You lay me down, but I get no release And I say And there's a demon in my head who starts to play I try to keep awake I read dead Russian authors How'd you like to be alone and drowning Keep awake --Third Eye Blind, "Narcolepsy" |