Entry not sure; 09.28.01

I fell asleep around 7 in the morning last night. I was over Bill's house and somehow managed to get into a sparring session with him. I have bruises on my spleen, my hands, and my ASS. Yeah, Bill kicked my ass.

I woke up around 3PM today, went to my EE test (which I have failed, believe you me. Then I attempted off and on to work on that goddamn assemly lab.

Now is where I start to feel the Nyquil I took earlier. I should make this fast before it becomes abstract

So I drove jill to the bus station. Some kid seemed to really like her, he terrified her, i believe. "WAtch me go kiss that woman I don't even know" he said to her, as he walked away towards a woman talking on a pay phone. He grabbed her, dipped her, and kissed her cheek. Jill was horrified. That kind of suspension of disbelieve is almost magical. I wish I could just look at things like that.

More assembly program. I remember hours of rewriting the same things, getting no where but backwards. It feels like Saturday, but I know it's Friday. Amazing.

Hung out with Bill all this week. Everyone is gone this week, I don't know why really. Got into another mini-fight with Bill. My arms hurt. Bill tried to rape me. (see the quote on his page) If he actually was trying, he would have been able to do it. Thank god he wasn't. I wonder if anyone walked by the windows while this was going on. It must have looked strange. I'm watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Nothing makes me want to stumble around public places more than this movie. And maybe the smell of cold twighlight.

This is getting abstract, isn't it? Fuck. Yet I digress. From nothing

I have one more day to my wierd week. I've been thinking of getting a tattoo to celebrate the end. Luckily, I can't think of anything I would want permenantly on my body.

My hands feel wierd.