I find I am swimming through life as though it were a turgid sea. I am constantly jumping from one task to the next without any time between to think of what’s next. Every time I turn around there’s a project due, or a test, or some sort of task to be done. I am a fireman putting out fires which keep springing up again after they have been put out. There is nary a clear thought within this aching skull of mine, for reasons which are not entirely clear to me.

Or perhaps they are. Last night there was a concert in the cafeteria of my dorm. Several local bands played, and for four hours of entertainment, you really can’t beat $2. Especially when the venue is an elevator ride away. At any rate, Atlas and Anchondo were quite good. Atlas did a cover of Filter’s “Hey Man Nice Shot”, and they did it well. I had a chance to talk to their lead singer for a bit and he was an exceedingly cool person. We skanked for a bit together and then he hopped on stage and busted out with some low octaves and high-pitched screaming. Anchondo rocked my face off, the crowd (such as it was, about thirty people) was really into them, causing me to believe that at least sixty-four percent of the attendees were friends of that single band. They have a sound quite similar to Sublime, and command enough notoriety to be played on the radio with relative frequency. I skanked my neck out of place during their set, which is the cause of my muddled thinking today. I woke up with the most horrendous headache ever. Also, I apologize for the destructively low quality of those bands’ websites, I, obviously, did not design them.

Thanksgiving was fun, the whole fam was out including my disturbingly adorable nephew, boasting an age of slightly more than one year, a suitcase of slightly more than enough toys (which somehow still were not enough as we proceeded to purchase more upon his arrival), and enough clothes to fill two to seven corn silos. We went out to various drinking establishments where everyone else had expensive fermented beverage and I had expensive processed bean, being of slightly less than the generally accepted age at which consummation of said beverage becomes legal by the Powers That Be. I and one of my siblings observed THX 1138, George Lucas’ first movie. It was almost a perfect combination of 1984 and 2001, with the visual style of, perhaps, Equilibrium mixed with Star Wars. It was good. We then observed Ghost in the Shell, an anime that could have had more plot but didn’t.

Next time you ride the rail, you might want to bring a pillow and blanket. It makes the time pass much easier. You might also want to fall within either the 18-24 or 60-75 year old demographics as they are, based on all available evidence, the only two types of people who ride the train.

I would write more but my battery is almost dead.

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