My study crew got together today for an intense sesh. I'm talking 10 hours, man. With one burrito break. But I feel good tonight, I feel a little tickle of opptimism in my brain. A rare, rare sensation this days. We get so deep into this shit -- you get caught up in the web of it, and everything you say comes out covered with sticky remnants. (Like saying I was comparatively negligent in not having my lighter 'cause I never asked for it back.) Brain doesn't feel fried today, it feels expanded. Yesterday I was burnt out. The fires are quenched.
::BLOCK THAT METAPHOR::