  Reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintence'. A friend of mine lent it to me in high school, and I tossed it aside, largely because I found it blathery and it wasn't a story. Almost ten years later, and it is still largely blathery, and it isn't much of a story, but it does make some interesting commentary on philosophy life, the universe, you know, everything.
Keeping my schedule close to being a wompire from tronsilwania. It feels okay, but I'm frequently alarmed that I'm keeping this schedule because I'm relapsing or some such. I'm not, just working until midnight or later is conducive to sleeping obscene amounts of time during the day. Lucas has been extremely pouty since the Lockdown. For the last three days or so, he has put up a fine mental block, and refuses to relieve himself at all. It's like he's embarassed or something. Last night, around four, Kurt and i took him for a walk, and he finally unclenched his bowels, and in twenty minutes went number 2 five times.
It was an extraordinary display of the stubborness inherent in my dog. I hope he doesn't make it a habit and cause himself internal injury. Why do i keep on having dreams about losing my teeth? Spring is here; there's peepers at night, there's snow melting during the day, and there's signs of greenness. Thank God, this winter was going on far too long. Besides, I need a tan. 
