10:26 p.m. - October 16, 2003
Uncertainty reminds me of Piers Anthony
That which is clearest is often the most difficult to attain or accomplish. Why is this?
This afternoon between bites of cobb salad, I decided to go back to school. January. Winter Quarter, 2004. A fait accompli, once it's in my head and doesn't flee. I am a classic fuck-up and socially delayed developmentally, but I slay the academy and why not ride the wave again? (See, now am I setting myself up for failure, this doorbell ditch game of returning to what I do well because I can't make it elsewhere?)
I worry about falling in love again, having starry eyes and excuses for bruises.
I am unsure what to say.
