Last night/today was a test in endurance,on so many levels. Again I find myself in the middle of way too much stuff a 1500 word paper, an article, and an exam to study for. so i finished up about 430am and I was at KT's so that didnt help much either, theni got home fairly early to finish up studying then onto an exam. On a lighter note,i walk into my second class of the day fashionably late, to find that my teacher sitting a circle with rest of my classmates, says, "hi matt we were just talking about you"not something i wanted to hear, i feel like crap, probably smell like hell, and am mentally unable to cope with any crap for the day. So all i can muster up is "uh oh" and i was worried for nothing, they were discussing a proposal to create a 402 level class to create a teen health magazine, which was an idea i had in one of my assignments, so im thinking great now im inadvertantly inspiring classes at UNM, kinda felt like i was in that snickers candy bar commercial. then somehow in a sleep deprived haze i made it home in time to finish up some homework, so now i take a breath and recount just what has happened. since my trip last week, ive felt like ive been living one long extended day, its a feeling like you have been reliving a day over and over taking small naps, if for some reason someone would want to attempt this i would recommend it, but not advocating this behavior. but a great side effect is that i am having vivid dreams again, ive either not had them or been to tired to care. inother news i recieved the 2005 racing chassis from buller built, its always cool seeing the hard work and the new chassis first hand, its gonna be a great racing season. well now for the daily JM deep thoughts. "I'd invite you back to my place, its only mine because it holds my suitcase..yes, looks like home to me alright, its a million miles from yesterday night, so tell my why must i be the man in the suitcase? is it me the man with the strangest face. Its another day, another train, antoher dirty magazine for me, the bill collecters on the phone looking for my money, i told the bill collector to fuck off, they would have their money before not to very long, i have me a guitar, i have me a book of songs, go broke for what you love, its only money, only stuff, go broke for what you love, its only money,only stuff, go broke for what you love and then you will find that you will say i showed you up. best wished this holiday season