Fuck, its nearly 1am by now and I have "class"--what I now call "school"-- tomorrow morning at 10:30. Im getting tired of time always fucking with me. its a silly notion that no matter what time never stops. it just keeps moving us through to our death like a giant hand of God slowly and gently shoving us forward over the edge of a cliff. There's no stopping it, this Time nonsense. It's the beat the whole universe bounces to.

I just saw something on TV about Daytona Beach. Everytime I hear it it rings a bad connotation in my ear. It hangs there as a constant symbol of my hopeless dreams being danggled just out of my reach like a mobile above a crib.

Don't worry what I mean by this.

Anyway, it is now 1:02 and I need to read of my adventures On the Road with ol' Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty. Maybe this will get my mind offa the silly thoughts that plauge me tonight. Why do you have to taunt me, so! (Why am I being so downright emo about all this? I sound like some goddamn Edgar Allen Poe morose sonnofabitch. Kick my teeth in now.)