Day 109 — Felix B/W
Project 365
[for April 18] I hope this isn’t a fertility god. Project 365
I spent yesterday in Saltillo, watching the news about the Virginia Tech shooter unfold in meticulous increments. When I woke up today, they had ID’d the shooter as some 23-year-old quiet South Korean kid, who’d left a disturbing, invective-filled note in his dorm room before going on his rampage. And then the parade of victims began. One by one, their names began to come out. Then their pictures. Other information, like their majors and hometowns,…
[for April 15] Nick’s apparently in a cardigan phase. And he likes to quote Ed McMahon. We nattered on and on about newspaper nerd stuff. We drank. We talked about why people on the internet are so angry about some things. I learned more about World of Warcraft in one sitting than I ever thought I’d know. We listened to Swedish indie pop and Justin Timberlake. We spent the night debating who’s more evil —…
Jesus Crisco, I’m tired. I slept like a lead weight last night, sinking deep into my mattress, my eyelids sealed shut and my arms splayed wide in exhaustion. It’s a good tired, though. The kind of tired that comes from staying up ’til 6 a.m. drinking and talking about things that there’s no time to talk about unless you stay up until 6 a.m. to talk about them. Billy, Jimmy, and Theresa came into town…
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