1) Sadly, today, as I perused the back cover of Ulysses, I discovered that I--an english major--did not know that the band name "Erase Errata" refered to the repairing or removal of things done in error, rather than the suppression of the sexual impulse. What an ass.
2) Last night I went to bed at four and awoke at seven. This is something that I forgot I loved. When I wake up on so little sleep, I relish in the fact that I owe myself a favor. I ingest as much coffee as I wish and as soon as I wish it. I spend the rest of the day having accomplished things and running around with a sense of importance. My brain is much more awake by the time I get to my morning classes. And everything--
everything--is six times as funny. In my Literature of War class, a girl began to speak of the German occupation of France, and I looked at her, remarking to myself how close together her eyes were, and started giggling:
"wait, wait....I have to draw you..."