One minute I wait. I wonder how long it will go one for this time? For a minute can stretch out across the vast spaces between us all, strings of words reaching into the distance, wrapping us all up. Slashes at my skin as the clock ticks by, never stopping, but never getting to where it needs to be. One minute? Forever. One second? Too long. It is never a short enough time before everything strikes up again, raging on into the night only to fall silent again as Stalin demands a minute of silence. The heavy hand clicks over and my solitude is ended, but alas, I have nothing left to say, so silence endures. Tragic? No, just hilarious. Laughter echoes into the darkness.

Well, it seems to have been a while since I've last posted anything, and for that I apologize. It seems that inspiration only strikes me early in the morning, when I'm usually somewhere between dream and snore. So it's about finals time, which means that I get to watch in amusement as everyone else scrambles around to study for stuff. And then I realize that it turns out that there are only two weeks left, and I have many a scene shop hour remaining. No problem, one day, we will just hang a curtain for no reason, and then next take it down and put up one of a different color. Total time spent on this project: six hours. Beautiful. Summer, it turns out, will be very interesting indeed. Ponce de Leon is coming to town to cause a ruckus, and maybe even learn something. But most likely, just grow to dislike me and my hetero-life mate smiling Tim even more. Oh well, can't win them all. It's almost time to move on out of here, and back to the west side, where glorious burritoes and scorching heat await. But there will also be the Jeep, and rides in said Jeep, and glorious late night run-ins with the law, and growing suspicions that Tim and I might be more then just friends. As if it's not normal to sit in a minivan in complete darkness with another man. Some people just watch to much porn and expect everything to happen that way. Now to go mug a pizza delivery man (Ponce?) and steal his uniform so I can deliver some pizzas to some lonely coeds. Ah, life is good, at least it would be if the pizza deliver guy hadn't kicked my ass and started screaming that I am in infidel.

Ah here we are again, sitting in the rising morning light, crushing weight falls down on my eyes as I wonder why. Why am I awake? Nothing of any interest has happened, yet the blaring noise from the next room doesn't ever stop. All of the phones ring at once, but no one talks when I answer. It's a terrible thing to be pulled out of bed so many times for no particular reason. On the plus side, chance meetings outside the building are always nice, and the cold induces conversation that everyone can enjoy. Besides, what better way to enjoy the final day of the week then by having it repeatedly penetrate your warm comfortable fortress and punch you in the face? Mission Impossible scrolls through my head and I quickly do a backflip, but fall out of the window on accident and end up in my usual corner, talking and sniffing the wall every now and then, giving whoever may be watching a good showing of the insanity that is me on a moonlit night, eating turkish delight. I actually had some of that today, and what I'm thinking is that the Turks felt their children weren't getting enough hookah smoke in their lives, so they compressed it down into a jelly and put chocolate around it, because that is exactly what it tastes like. Mmmmm, strawberries, now with the wonderful trade off of cancer for cavities! Root beer bursts out of the fridge and proclaims "DRINK ME!" and powerless as I am in my current state, I shall do as my frosty master commands, and drink him.

Good news everyone, I have now found out why I get such a wonderful crushing pain in my chest every other morning. It turns out I may have gallstones, so tomorrow I get to go get an ultrasound, so we should find out if its a boy. Until then, I get to take a wonderful excursion into the world of high-powered painkillers. Excellent. *falls asleep*