It's five in the morning now, and I guess I start summer school tomorrow. The week was pretty exciting, in a way...nearly everyone left town now, and it feels very strange. End of an era and all that. I just watched Gosford Park, an immensely long and dialogue based movie, a strange choice for the middle of the night. It was good, though, and I drank sweet whiskey that Tommy bought me duty-free while in Europe as I watched it. I had all these immense thoughts all through the night, but now that the keyboard is in front of me I'm empty. We pretty much spent the last two nights in a celebration of the end - getting fucked up all night, more or less. I saw Andrew W.K. last night which was great...he's quite the performer - you should go see him if you get the chance. For now what I'm transfixed with is making some kind of summer project for myself, and not just fucking drifting along like a lazy shit. So we'll see if that happens.

A plus tard.