Prose-

I wish there were more place in this world for a jack of all trades. I do not wish to be the king of some obscure hill. And according to a poster I saw recently it is inevitable. It was a cross-section of occupations and the levels of mathematics they required. My two favored choices had marks all the way down the page: aeronautical engineer and physics researcher. Almost makes me want to be a cosmetologist, second only to bank tellers(on the list at least). Level of mathematics required: basic calculator skills.

In other news I recently came into possession of some fantastic images of a violated wedding cake topper. Thanks to the groom - that shit is priceless. If the other addressee were not bereft of me at the moment I am sure she would agree.

Addendum: I don’t know if the last 3 hours were spent wisely, drinking expensive liquors and playing pool with people from Toronto. I do know that it was a lot of fun; I also know that the 25 or so people that were at this party consumed untold volumes of alcohol. There were enough 1.75L bottles of Absolut to make geometric shapes. I plan to wake up in 7 hours and study for my exam, I plan to go into it under such a strangely substance induced state that my beverage will practically write the test for me, and then I will collapse. Perhaps forever. I can enjoy fighting this engulfing darkness for only so long. A man can grow, but there are limits. A man can be all that he ever could be and still not be enough for some things. It feels as if those things, the ones that I will not have yet conquered, are things I will never seem to grasp, even if I never stop trying.

But this, my message lost at sea, my ever present log, it allows me to vent these impurities. It is here in my frozen forest that I release my cold words; here from my nameless soapbox I can be what I suppress beneath my skin. Thank you.

Now, as I am drunk, I am going to sleep and forget.