that which flows and that which stays. it made the choice to form a standing wave.

there comes a point where out of body experiences aren't just a fanciful choice on my part. all i'm saying is you might do it too.

sara stayed here last night after ice cream and monty python's meaning of life. we didn't sleep much, and when i did i dreamed in french.

the morning was bad, but it could have been worse. in analysis, for the second time this semester, i found myself drawing a flatlining ekg instead of taking notes. with a minute left in class, it was pointed out that there was a glaring flaw in the proof being presented. ten minutes was taken to correct it. i was late to my meeting to talk about la peste.

but then, so was she. she said she was off her game. i didnt say that i was too. i'd finished the book. i could speak to it. i went home and ate some cereal and slept. run for your life came on to finish my nap. it's every song by the beatles in a row sped up eight times. it's a little over an hour long. nothing was bad after that. come to think of it, nothing was bad after analysis.

all day it was raining. each time i came outside it was raining harder. it felt good. i was listening to twelve fold chain on the way to topology and kristen was in front of me walking to the museum. she saw me when she turned her head to look both ways before crossing the street.

all day i was having trouble deciding which language to express myself in. it must have been partially gearing up for my meeting and dreaming in french and not having slept. mostly the space between my head and the world. this would become more marked later.

in topology, we talked about index and content. i just liked seeing content written on the board so many times.

like i say, it was raining harder when i got out of class. i listened to twelve fold chain again. i went to sara's to pick up an eye pencil to complete my thomas costume. we downloaded and watched the office. i left a little after five.

thomas and i got into costume and went to the math party. i wore thomas' undershirt and my favorite shirt of his. i took a popsicle box from the freezer as a prop and made a necklace out of paper clips. i cut a cross out of a notecard and drew jesus to make it a crucifix. i hooked it on the paper clip chain and tucked the whole business between my shirts. i drew extra body hair with the eye pencil, starting with sprouting neck hair and enhanced arms and thickened eyebrows. it's been a while since i've dressed up and it came off pretty well. thomas wore my '60 isn't usually this sexy' shirt and borrowed my red notebook, which i finished this week. the gold of his costume was how he acted like me. at kathan's party he'd do the flapping hands thing and got really excited when people i like walked in and said awkward things. it was nice to watch my work get done without having to do it. it was also a way of being separated from myself.

i was given occasion to be smug at the math party when profs nimersheim and ressler were talking about a route they like to bike out east of lancaster. it's a 14 mile course through fields and farms, and they were telling me about how nice it is. i told them that i knew that route. i do it on foot, though. i agreed that it's nice, at least.

it was raining even harder when i went from kathan's party to the arts house party. i tried calling rachel and my sister but they weren't there. i listened to twelve fold chain and found the people i knew at the party. i didn't stay long, though.