Roommate: Where were you? It's late--I was worried.
Me: Out.
Roommate: What'd you do?
Me: I went out.
Roommate: Where'd you go?
Me: On a walk.
Roommate: Yeah, but where did you go?
Me: Hospital.
Roommate: Why'd you go all the way over there?
Me: I'm a sucker for symbolism.
November 8, 2004
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.