Caffeine is the Drug of Choice

All this extra energy could not have anything whatsoever to do with the four cups of tea I've had today. And when I say four cups, I mean 2 mugs, one glass, and one bottle from the C-store.

But I'm channeling all that energy in such a positive way. Namely, avoiding all the sketching I need to do.

I could also be really happy and excited because I had lots of words of affirmation today. I'm at least on the right track with my color & design project, so I'm not having that can't-breathe feeling when I sit down to work on it. And I wrote what is apparently a really good poem, even though it's still in progress, so that's totally exciting. I think I may try to get it published. And I asked Professor Perrin if I should take poetry workshop this next semester or not, and she said she thinks I could do it, so that's exciting. Oh, and I remembered to go to advising night! And that was good too, because my advisor was like, cool, you're on the right track, whatever, and signed my sheet quick as winking. And Daniel Finch said he'd be up for me taking his painting class next semester, which is also happy. And orvieto equivalencies are getting worked out. So yay. Now I have to meet with my english advisor.

On to homework and bed, because bed sounds good.

Get Up Jonah

(I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers It didn't take long - I don't know much about Turkish drummers - But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes Who'd been in the Afghan secret police Who made the observation That it's hard To live Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang - and it occurred to me I was thinking about all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else... Isn't that just what secret police are all about???) Somebody stands in a window Watches the river roll Trains rumble in the foreground With the weight of approaching dawn Flames from the refinery Rise broken, red and riveting And the high vault of heaven Looks far away and cold There's howling in the factory yard There's pounding in my head I'm swollen up with unshed tears Bloated like the dead... (Instrumental break) Blood and ashes - time burning On the skyline dark against the stars A solitary horseman - waiting Lashed to the wheel Whipping into the storm Get up, Jonah It's your time to be born