i bet you think i forgot or avoided it...but i am posting, on day number two of my regularity...maybe there is only two minutes left of day number two, but here i am...

what do you think, actually...does a day really end at midnight, or does it end when you go to sleep?...i mean, both are pretty arbitrary anyway, aren't they?...and what is that space of time while you are asleep?...i mean, sure, we can call it night, but that's not really where we are, is it?...i've felt some pretty hot sun in dreams before...how am i any less sense-able in my dreams?...i have become more and more conscious lately of how blended these realities are...and therefore, so too must "night" and "day" be...

met Someone at a bus-stop today...first thing Someone said to me was "you smell like Curry"...hmmm...we talked about mental illness (Someone was just going home from the clinic across the street...), and Someone told me that when they had their first breakdown, everything started to have double meanings, and the world just seemed to be all wrapped up in conspiracy...i could have told Someone that this was the same kind of feeling i get when i smoke pot, but i didn't...instead, i thought about how odd it is that We call that kind of clarity "ill"...