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.

Sunday, October 14, 2001

10/14/01

10/14/01

It's Sunday afternoon. I'm comfortably exhausted. Right now I should
be doing things relevant to my job. I'm not. I'm not going to. I'm
going to sit here and write 5 minutes of worthlessness.

I hung out with the Boxer on Friday. Went to a decibel. Drank saki
and green tea. Sleeping samurai. I wore my white button down shirt open
with my hairy belly.

I finally got glasses. I don't like them really, but they'll do until
I buy a pair that I am more comfortable in.


Published by G. Etranger at 4:29 PM

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