  people might ask me where the name "Time of the Static" comes from. well, if anyone read this. It's from a short sci-fi story about a kid who buys a VCR that allows him to fast forward live TV until he sees nothign but static. He figures this is when the world ends. He's an average teenager and instead of telling anyone of the end to prvent it, he decides to live his life to the fullest and asks out a girl. In the end of the story he refers to the end of the world as "The Time of the Static. " I drank a couple beers the other night, got a headache and slept really badly.
I had a few dreams about Joanne which was wierd in itself cause i rarely think about her anymore. I guess all my thoughts about the end of the world have driven Rochester and her and such back into my thoughts. I would have slept horribly either way. But it doesn't help much when I slip back into my old patterns of examining my life through hindsight. Especially when part of your modern epiphany has been to realize that an act was unaviodable. My life in Rochester was meant to come to an end. i think it would have crashed down at some point later through some similar circumstances that could have been much more violent, much more penetrating, much more dire. My only question left is: would i still be so sad? 
