"I ride this train...

...in the windswept afternoon."

So there I was, not in the afternoon at all. Sitting at work for the 9th hour of the day. No, this isn't a problem--I am a big kid and can spend a "full day's work" at work...but that doesn't mean I want to. I worked from midnight-2am, 7:45-11am, and am currently working on my 9pm-2am shift. Not that I would be doing anything better with my time. I just finished a 2 page account of why "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde is well/poorly written and if it is moral/immoral (MTRR that this is truly objective [as my paper states] but it is well written and a book can be neither moral nor immoral...so there).

However, the time spent in between times I spent at the library were interesting. I went shopping (I have a love/hate relationship with shopping, but am happy with my purchases), went to Caribou (and branched out by getting a turtle mocha), went to Subway (and did not branch out from my Chicken, Bacon, Ranch on Italian Herb and Cheese with tomatoes, lettuce, black olives, and jalapenos), and had some looooong conversations with many of my friends (which, for the most part, accomplished what each conversation set out to do). I have a quasi-feeling of accomplishment, though there are so many other things I should do (write a 10 page paper, finish the other 75 points of my take-home exam, study for finals). I keep saying "tomorrow" but Friday may come before I get enough tomorrows to get things done. This should be more troublesome than it really is. But things will work out, they always do. Seems to be a pandemic around here--but one of those good pandemics.

"I ride this train In a dream-like state of mind."