I started this morning at the LU cafeteria. I ate two slices of toast, eggs, hasbrowns, two sausages and two slices of tomato.
A few days ago I finished reading Searching For God Knows What. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t completely like Blue Like Jazz, because he went more into teacher rather than into story telling.
Well, now I’m in the ATAC again, sitting at a table. 
That last poem that I wrote was mainly a practice in free creative writing, just writing stuff down as it comes to my head. Don’t ask me why I posted it. I guess I was getting tired of writing to make some kind of point–sometimes I get very anxious when I say a point, but don’t really have much confidence in what I’m saying. I feel like the whole world is going to crumble because of what I said.
In a journal entry I wrote something like:
“It makes me not want to write, it makes me want to keep quiet and not say anything. I guess the point is that I am a sheep being led by a shepard through unfamiliar territory, and I find it hard to say that I understand this place through its unfamiliarity. Although I can speak about the impressions that first seeing the leaves and trees bring.”
Well… I think I’m going to spend some time learning about SR latches and Flip-flops.
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