Fuckin' James Brown died.

I used to wake up every morning at military school to some kid singing 'Sex Machine' at the top of his lungs at 6:30.

As soon as i get home and have a second alone, I'm going to blast 'Bring it On' and slide around in my socks saying 'HUH!' a lot.

But still, I can't believe he made it to 73.

I'm sitting in the living room with my family, listening to them talk about coupons and Rockport shoes. I'm running out of sites to visit on the internet so i can keep ignoring them. Nobody is online to talk to me, and I've already updated myspace and flickr twice today. DC is the same as always. I've been trying to spice it up. I got a call when i was outside the DMV the other day that Luke, the Running Fool, needed a ride from Richmond. I was drunk when i wrote the email offering him a ride, and didn't understand what the random person on the phone was asking me to do when she said, "Can you pick up luke in Richmond?" I didn't even bother processing the information and just said, "sure, i can do that." The next day i found myself rolling off of Michael's futon for the second night in my two nights home with a vicious hangover. We all went to Whole Foods before i ventured onto the metro and back to my car in springfield and then straight to richmond to pick up some internet hitchhiker i'd never met. It was a pretty good experience. Otherwise, i haven't done anything notable. I've been taking lots of picture lately, and I'll probably take a lot more on the trip to Florida for new years.

I've been up all night. I finished reading Moby Dick, then I wrote a paper about Moby Dick, then I wrote a paper about travel writing being bad for humanity because it's fiction presented as nonfiction which then causes people to go expecting the fiction and autoethnography in the contact zone then dictates that the fiction will become reality. Then I compiled portfolios. I'm working on bullshitting 40 journal entries I was supposed to have been doing all term. I'm on 26. I gave up on coffee and rockstar around 5AM when I switched back to yesterday's box of wine. It makes me feel more normal right now. I have to give a short presentation between 12:30 and 3:00 about the Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym. I hope I'm sober and awake. Well, awake at least.