magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

so it was a pretty solitary day.

slept late. dreamt of architecture, and crime, and love.

spent the afternoon in the cad lab, working on my drawing homework, and helping other people with theirs. which was about the extent of my social interaction. chatted with nikki online later.

late evening i was feeling some of those sunday sorts of feelings. the hopelessly alone, stuck in a tiny bubble of reality in a completely insubstantial world, sorts of feelings. and i kinda just wanted to watch the second half of the x-files and turn that part of my mind off, but there was someone channel-surfing in the lounge, and i think that's even worse than feeling totally out of place. that click, click, click, between various realities aimed at selling you a new car, or a new brand of toothpaste, or a new world-view. no chance to settle into someone else's constructed world for long enough to fill the void that seems omnipresent in yr own. just click, boxing. clock, nature show. click, mtv. so i sat in my room. listened to music. ate indian take-out. could've been worse.