crops soia I have been sitting here trying to figure out this stupid problem for hours when the people who this really mattered to probably just plugged some numbers into some equations. I am convinced that I have been getting less intelligent every day since the middle of december, and I can't figure out why. My mind constantly feels like it's stuck in this fog. Headaches day after day. Frustrated mess. 010130 ... soia AAARGHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck physics fuck manure/N/crop yield/ecology fuck school fuck my brain, body, and having been born (I'll be okay again if I ever figure this out) (life is comedic) 010130 ... j_???? sleep eat eggs take walks read books (in that order) 010130 ... pilgrim When my wife and I were still dating, we took a trip together. While riding along the side roads in a rural part of Florida, we stopped at a Tack and Feed Store. We went inside where there were a couple of people talking about their horses, injuries, Vets, ect, while we walked around looking at Buggy Whips and such. We Eventually picked out a nice medium Riding Crop. When we paid for it, the cashier and the customers all looked at us without saying anything, but You could tell they knew we didn't own any Horses! 010131 ... soia it was such a small thing, such a small misinterpretation, that wrecked me for hours i discovered that the way to wake up my mind is to sit out in the sun if only i could plant my feet and begin to photosynthesize but then, poor students would have to analyze the amount of nitrogen I take up 010201 ... soia you living breathing cannibal of an animal I let you consume my poisonous doubt watch you on the artificial screen with screaming wind gently blowing my lungs are capacitated but my ribs protest long to touch the skin of your belly watch you may you know but stay indifferent it's the movement of your mammalian hand wishing feeling its host in my own eyes wondersome, fingernails accentuated I am frustrated at the prospect of annoying a neighbor not because he reciprocates, but he is us the collective cesspool of rough diamonds this image grainily taunts me I see the second of inspiration in your eyes you'll think you have it but you'll let down I love you 010212 what's it to you? who go blather from