I shouldn’t attempt to smoke and think at the same time. The combination of nicotine and the insanity of warning signs and vinyl siding makes me dizzy. I was out on the patio making a cigarette face and frowning at the Emergency Exit Only Sign when the campus transformed into a fairground and MB 12, patio and all, was the Gravitron. I spread my arms, and fell back against the wall and bit down on my cigarette as the world spun into a greenish haze. I rode it out, then flicked my cigarette at some clown and pulled open the door and slipped back inside. Some kid from the newspaper was sitting at a computer listening to Hootie and I stumbled across the room and fell right before I reached my desk. He shrugged off my story and printed out an article on campus quilters.

In other news..

It’s a good day to break in my new cds.

It’s Friday before spring break and I’m frozen stupid, stranded on this fairground with my walkman and my books. This morning I rode my bike to the train and played dead while the wind broke through three layers of sweaters and socks. If I focus I can warm my palms on the heat rock in my mind, but someone smiles at me and my body turns to ice.

and. My hair has developed a sense of humor since I took the scissors to it a few weeks back and it’s rebelling by growing outward and mullet like. yay.

And like a big dumb gushing dork I’m going to listen to AM as I ride the metro home to st. louis from belleville.  The casino queen just looks like an old washed up hooker now, but she must have been magic in her prime.

Happy Friday.