Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Friday, September 7, 2001

09/07/01


09/07/01

It's a very nice day. I do have my completely dark room now, and plan on enjoying that as soon as
possible. Today I am enjoying. I played basketball for like 15 minutes yesterday and I'm actually sore. I also
played tennis. For some reason I always have suspected that I'm some sort of tennis prodigy. Perhaps its because
it looks so easy and people always seem really lazy about it. Unfortunately, I turn out not to be a tennis
prodigy. Not a chess prodigy. I haven't really owned an instrument yet, so I don't know about that. Doubt it.
I'm reeling because I'm so tired. Sleep. It's only 2:22 as I look at the clock. Why? It's absolutely true.
Actually my phone says 2:22 but my computer says 2:20. The numbers on my phone display are larger, so, well.. they
must be correct.
Published by G. Etranger at 2:41 PM

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