Well it must be summer - days disintegrate faster, the sun stays up longer, and good friends are always one calendar page or pencil mark away. Promises to keep in touch, yearbook entries, and graduation celebrations have all been attended to with the obligatory diligence of a naive choir boy. Now the only thing keeping my summer at bay is a lack of structure. I'm an errant scrap of flotsam, aimless as of present moment. I'm not sleeping much, which isn't new, but I'm dreaming more. I'm reading lots, but sometimes i get lost in all of the books i'm reading. I was dorky and foolish enough to try and expand my horizons by reading a shitload of quasi-classics. FuckKafka, man, let's go bowling, or swimming.
