i mean what the hell. it's fscking labor day and marks the end of the vacation era. tuesday morning i have to get up early and get to school to pick up a reader and read a bunch of foucault -- and understand it -- by 2pm. i figure if i do that much i might as well keep working the rest of the week and if i do that much i might as well keep working the rest of the month.
for tonight there will be a little party in my room. and lest you worry that i'm drinking alone, well, i am, but i spent much of this afternoon drinking socially so i think i have earned the alone time.