Hey…do it now…yeah hey

Yeah, once I was a boogie singer…playin' in a rock & roll band
I never had no problems, yeah…burnin' down the one night stands
And everything around me, yeah…got to start to feelin' so low
And I decided quickly [yes, I did]…to disco down and check out the show

Yeah, they were dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted

Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die…
(hey,hey) till you die…yeah, yeah

donkey fucking hell, i need a pen. 

you've betrayed me, pilot pen corporation. i'll never trust again. i blame patriarchal american culture. pens...penis...put that in your pipe and smoke it, art history department.

tonight i need to read and take notes on 10 books and my pen ran out. im pretty much lost now, because i normally prepare for this to happen. i get a new pen, open it up, put it aside, wait for the old one to have its last day and with an oddly ritualized memorial ceremony, its sad but not debilitating. this last one--which is the same one as all the other prized pens because im just that anal and need to buy the same kind--went in three days. the poor thing should have had at least three weeks.

tattooing and neo-primitivism independent study due wednesday. 40 pages. havent started. thesis on ethnicity and change in kenya due friday. 150 pages. draft done. readers have had three weeks and still havent returned it. so im fucked. and i need a pen.

poof. all that shit is gone. just wasted about 45 minutes deleting things, too, which is fucked up. the entire reason i deciding to post again was to complain about how much work i have and how i cant connect with people because ive been averaging 5 hours of sleep for six weeks. im living proof that it will drive you insane. wandering around like an idiot trying to figure out what people are saying to me, what do y'all mean?? i cant tell. i suddenly understand what life is like as a goldfish.

now--this issue about streaking on my birthday. i dont see that happening. end of story.