9/27/08

sleepign in this morning felt more than therapeutic--it felt like an essential three hours to restore my mind and body back to functionality. had lunch at the margarita factory for their last day open. it was both sad and enjoyable: one last look into a series of emotional fluctuations of people who i barely know, stranded, jobless, but still there out of their devotion to the patrons, not out of loyalty to the company. sludging through homework was majorly unsuccessful, but i felt good that for the most part my day was dominated by events and actions that worked towards self-affirmation in a bigger way than effectively accomplishing the demands of school. ended the night weeping.