quiet, tired, subject of an experiment tonight, are my brain waves satisfactory, are you fulfilled? are the majority of students on campus interested in learning? all good questions, all good inquiries. how was carleton? good, stop wearing the sweatshirts on occasions as such. lounge music wafting across the hall, putting me into teh arms of the sandman. dreams of a broken in sofa, a fireplace, a worn novel bookmarked in the middle, next to a cup of earl grey on an end table, with a cat on my lap, half lense magnifying glasses on the tip of my nose. pleasant, wishful thinking. quiet steps around campus, new information to ease my curiosity, and more quiet stuff, quiet resignation to my place in life, on the web, in the world. throw more hammers.