So, yesterday was my first day of teaching ever ever. Then I got home and my computer didn't have a power source and I slowly freaked out for a few hours while I tried to fix it. Then did six hours of work for today and stayed up and watched Craig Ferguson. Today was better. I knew the freak-out was coming and still it came so I tried not to take it too seriously. I feel like I'm back in freshman high school myself, carrying enough books to give me chronic back pain and doing schoolwork for hours every evening. It will get better. I learn a ton every day. I turn on PBS in the background and just keep trying to make it work. I don't have time to daydream about Robin so often. I don't like being so mature and responsible. I miss subversive sex and religious love. I don't like to believe those are things to grow out of. It's only a matter of time before I find a balance. It has to work like that, or I'm outta here. As long as I remember I have free will, I'm ok. Though yesterday I was thinking we are rocks. My sisters and I are rocks.

Dennis Cooper's blog is so fun. I need some of that music people keep mentioning. When will I have time to do anything? I try not to think about that. I will feel better after I get a paycheck. Whenever that is. I am channelling Batman. I eat too much McDonald's and forget to sleep. That isn't so very Batman. But I am getting buff. Did I mention that?