the centipede that broke the camels back

It's 10 in the morning on a not so particularly beautiful London day, though the sun has shown itself more in the past 2 minutes and gets increasingly brighter as I write these words. Serves me rightg. It's 10 in the morning on an unstable London day and all I can think to do is sit here with a blanket on my head although there are happenings! in London and photography! to see and books to read! about this gigantic thesis paper I'm going to write in the next month and art shows to see! in preparation for this paper and art catalogues to scan pictures from! for my collaboration with a teacher/artist. So what am I doing here sitting in my room in front of the computer with a blanket on my head?

Oh, you forget, all of you, that you live in beween visiting far and away places, between going to classes. You forget that you live inbetween getting drunk and high and that there is more space between your most exciting Europe and abroad experiences and between the cultural handshakes you've reached to make. You forget that there are times when all you want to do is lay in your bed, stare up at your ceiling, and think intensely about what the future is going to be like.