i_regularly_get_confused amy in red/srealisma It is quite the frequent occurrence in which I'm under the impression that the sun is rising in the west. It's the house, and the people in it, and the work they go to, and the dominance of sports-activities in the easterly direction. That's just gotta be "west".... 120317 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Apropos of the last entry... When I was at Concordia the first time, taking creative writing classes, I wrote something in a poem about the sun setting in the east. A workshop query was "Did you do that on purpose?" because the poem was kind of surreal. Nope. I just forgot what direction the sun set in. 260804 ... raze sometimes i don't know what day it is, or where i am, or if this tightness in my chest is a heart_attack waiting to happen or just an indication that the thing i think is breaking still works well enough to let me know i'm not dead — i'm only dying a little at a time, the same way everyone else is. but one thing i'm never not sure of is what i feel for you. 260804 what's it to you? who go blather from