puerile

[notesinblue]

i had something to say when i came home today. but it's gone. i think it had something to do with Emerson's views on morality versus legality. or perhaps Edward Abbey and his desert. or possibly something more mundane, like how bitterly tired i am. but as i said, it's gone. all i can think about now is how i'm too damn tired, and too damn busy, for this bullshit. that and the chorus of Divine.