so, peacock and i "had it out," including me breaking down the stoic barrier whilst sloppily drunk and then writing a scathing email during that halfhour between wakeup and shower when it's never REALLY a good idea to say what's on one's mind. then the "having it out" began. and i felt better. and then. he called, left message that i listened to as we conversed lightly upon the AIM. he wants to have a dialogue, he wants to talk. i told him that i don't have time since school is absolutely insane... which is partially true, but still rather weak in logic since i'm generally the type of person that will make time (when it suits my purpose.) I think all this talk of dialogue and, well, talking implies that the peacock wants/needs closure. to which, i can't be asked. i mean... there's no point in stitches if a scab has already formed, right?

in other news, i haven't done any work more than necessary this week. and i'm overdrawn in my checking account. and my bills are due. and i prefer to be smoking and songwriting. and the weather's nice, leaving me back at the dilemma of what to wear since all the good tshirts are dirty and doing the washing will require much too much planning ahead (can't be asked). and primetime glick has started up again on comedy central, episodes to tape, episodes to watch, repeatedly. and i may have said something utterly disgusting in context of a professor teaching the class that absolutely rapes me of any ferver or lust to graduate in the Curriculum II "honours" programme. further more, the professor may or may not have heard me as she was lying in the grass 40 feet or so away. to wit, whoops!

now for the absolutely fun stuff! yippee! berkeleybeauty rang me in the midst of me taking an exam (in the class that offends my humanity and "rapes me of any...."). so exciting. the phone was on silent. but the bastard vibrates so loud that everyone hears the annoyingly high vibrating pitch. add to this that the phone is shaking violently in my front pocket. so it looks like my penis is shaking violently and making noise. i take this as a sign to finish two more paragraphs and get the hell out of dodge. and i call berkeleybeauty back and we have a lovely offthewall chat (as most of my conversations are). sidenote: certain individuals living in the bay area should really get AIM...it's free for crying in the beer. (which i think i also did this week, but it was tear spawned from yawning.)