November 20, 2003
It is 2:36 A.M.
The harsh overhead light is still on.
I can hear my stomach growling.
My hair is long. Too long.
The three monkeys on my desk are sleeping.
Monkeys are neat.
I can see Dave's face.
Now I'm scared.
I wonder if all sheep are dumb?
I just yawned.
What if blue was the color of communism, instead of red?
I hate cheese on cheese crackers.
I just yawned again.
One time I tickled myself.
My keyboard has 103 keys.
I can type "stavesacre" using only my left hand.
It is 3:02 A.M.
Hmmm...too much caffeine, Nick??
you said yourself that the coffee smelled a little funny.
"I can see Dave's face."
"Now I'm Scared."
Yo, is my face really that ugly?
There is some measure of explanation: Dave and I were helping Ashley revise an english paper. While she was writing, I wrote this to keep from falling asleep.
Dave, if you notice, I made those observations and entertained those thoughts during a 26-minute time span. You assume those two thoughts were related, when really they could have come 45 seconds apart. Think about that.
i'll think about making your face scary-looking
man, i need some bstwg
Ahhh, I see you studied under the same Taoist master as I did. Very deep isn't it.
ummm..."Big Scary Tall Wise Guys"?? or, don't tell me...ummm.."Bright Stars That Will Glow"??? No, no..."Balloons Stuck Together With Glue." Yeah, that's it.
brilliant... You are quite poetic, Nicholas ;)