Sunday, December 21, 2003

I am wont to find inspiration or insight while in the throws of exhaustion.

I left for Las Vegas with Josh and Johnny on Friday at 3pm and returned from Las Vegas on Saturday at 3pm. Those 24 hours were filled with 10 hours of driving, 3.5 hours of sleeping, and booze and gambling filling in the rest. Instead of sleeping when we got back I watched movies and talked with people on the phone and went over to Adam's house (where I ultimately passed in and out of consciousness).

I drove home 20 minutes ago and was filled with visceral thoughts of the importance of my role within and understanding of the social dynamics of each circle I inhabit in conjunction with what kind of stability (or instability) within those circles can be ascribed to my varying degrees of involvement and/or ability (or inability) to amalgamate.

It didn't yield much more than an interest into the long and wide of my influence on people.

I'm done. Not one more sentence will separate me from my pillow.