Dorked

I never want to be in the sort of relationship where I'm left out of the adventure. Better to be Trillian than one of the female hobbits. I decided this upon finishing the epilogue of Iain M. Banks' latest Culture book last night.

I had a strong sense of Narnia in the courtyard outside MiniHealth today. A lampost has suddenly appeared in the center. Fantasy is verging on normal. Mundane Long Island sounds exciting. Standards are being readjusted to accomodate easy realizations.

I've been eating raw today, and made it to the gym the past 2 days. My eyes are bugging out in that weird way they do whenever I clean house. I wonder if I look different on the outside.