Slept through the history of primate diversity and the sociological theories tied with personal identity as well as an adequate (assumed) description of the deviancy project in all its glory. I missed something, I feel like, but also I am very well rested and I needed that nearly more than the hundred minutes of class time. (thankfully these are classes where attendance is not taken, thereby I only missed whatever the professor said today. Both classes have lecture slides.)
"Keep an eye on the front. I'll be in the vault."
A disgruntled mother and kid lose their truck and blame these harmless coffee shop dudes. (The manager is the front man of a dance/rock band). They are merry and pacifists, mostly.
Buddha laughs at me for my troubles. I move him and his doppelganger from my headboard onto my desk and it seems their poetic influence shifted the events of the day. (give me a juggernaut heart and a japanese car). But I networked. Mountains might be climbed, weed might be smoked. Rocks to be climbed. In sedona somewhere. The red shining rocks afar. (Playing chess while parachuting). And now I try to type in rhythm with the music. Iron & Wine. In three four. "if I counter the counter threat..." (this is too difficult. I fell off the rhythm quickly.) Lanky fellow in a business suit, "All I need is a little name tag and a book of mormon." They seem confused. The impatient customer would not handle this. $12 a pound or some such. They network and call each other. Trying to sell a pound of coffee. "Hey how much is a pound of coffee?" 2 cents off.
