late night grant writing

this is crazy. staying awake so late. how can one have any sense of perspective? any sense of excitement? i continue to attempt to finish my work the way a teenage completes a book report. it's all last minute over here.

noah came over and tried to string my guitar. i say "tried" because he snapped on of the strings. "oh, I don't know how that happened..." Maybe while you were talking about how much living with your Mom is driving you crazy. Just a thought. So now I don't even have the solace of playing music. But I DO have the solace of listening to music.

Right now I'm all over Death Cab for Cutie. Kevin said i had to listen to this album eight times before it would really hit me. i love it because it makes me think of him. The other DCfC stuff makes me think of another who shall from this point forward remain nameless. (Why, why, why does he still invade my thoughts -- i think its because he isn't real... in the sense that he represents something to me. something unattainable. something better than here. now. mmmm. but things aren't really that bad. really. they're not. i just need to sleep.)

ok. i've bored myself to sleep here. I'm on the seventh rotation of Plan B. I love it. Of course. Night.