Early morning, namely 12 am.  For the second night in a row I am preparing for sleep in front of what is essentially my only contact to the outside world.  Regardless to say I have put myself here, and I do not regret it very much at all.  Sometimes contact with others seems annoying and merely impish to me.  Othertimes it is very nice.  Time seems to pass very fast here.  Each days flows into one another like feathers in molasses, passing each other by, having little meaing or cohesion in elements or form.  It was rather cold and it reminded me of the winter, when I would come home from high school in my car, and eat a bowl of cereal with Tang for lunch while listening to some wonderful music.  I don't do that anymore.  Looking back, those were great days, days where I really enjoyed myself.  But they won't happen again, because that part of my life is over.  While I wish it might come back, I all the more realize that it is necessary to move on. I currently feel like I want to get very drunk, and just become very tired and curl up into a ball and sleep for a few months, afterwards waking up and growing wings and being able to fly across the towns of the world.  I wish I had milk in my room, I'm relatively hungry right now.  Tried to enter the minds of several people while walking about campustown this evening.  It didn't work I think.  I'm going home next weekend.  It should be interesting to say the least. Signing out.  Me.