2004-02-24 - 1:01 a.m.

calc homework, rugby practice, a beer with liz and whit, watching snow fall, wearing silly masks. now it's time to hit the sack.

oh and i got a letter from chickenlegs. she sounds... different. but i suppose that could just be because of e-mail.

the freeways, that run coast to coast, have taken away all my good friends.

tomorrow: yard sale store for some domestic goods, missler's supervalu for party supplies, weight room, more fucking depressing german literature. speaking of which, also sending that scholarship fucker off soon.

if i play my cards right, this time five months from now i could be drinking beer from mugs with lids and dancing to techno in berlin.

i think i sound like spater. might just be the weight room reference.

one step forward - one step back