The last few days--almost the entire week--I have been living life in two planes of reality: 1) I am doing stuff for real, and 2) Everything is exaggerated to a dreamlike state, where people jump thirty feet and run 50 mph. Talking to professors is like making small talk with Gandalf and the world can be saved "with a little faith." But, actually, it is ignorance that can ease the soul.

I dunno. Having a close friend is nice. Much of the rest have been neglected. Power Hours are not nice.

Tomorrow I will give someone a river-trashed bike, as someone once gave to me. May the circle be unbroken.