Saturday, September 27, 2003
I ought to sleep, as I must work tomorrow from 11:00 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.at 11:06 PM
But I do not feel sleepy. I started taking notes from my microeconomics textbook on the effects on buyers and sellers of the taxation of goods. I counted on this effort to tire me (as such exertions usually do), but, alas, I finished the notes and sleepeth not.
To neutralize the lasagna (which turned out a bit dry) I consumed for dinner, I paced around my bedroom listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, Fugazi, and the Smashing Pumpkins (consecutively). This probably accomplished nothing more than a further weakening of the bones in my gimp foot.
