The Good News

so yesturday was actually a compilation of two days because i stayed up all night working on a final paper that was dragging itself out nicely, anyways at around 1 or so i ran out of words i kept using the same crappy expressions so i went for some wine and a few glasses later, DONE.

but there was wine left over so i put it in an empty juice bottle nice and inconspic. it was rose wine so it was pink.

i get to class and theres a guest speaker and some guest attendees who were all phD people it was very interesting but then the debate devolved into a talk about clash of civilizations which is boring so i says i wish i brought more wine

the class is over we go to a pub with the class and the prof and some phD students and we are engaging in more drinking, awesome

long story short i get home and okay staying up all night makes you weirdy in the first place and then drinking for 12 hours will edge that right out so im feeling strange

i look out the window of my high rise building and theres parliament and i shudder because my essay was about some ideas that occupy my sense of being just a bit and at one point the word SANITOCRACY kept going round in circles in my mind, you know, theocracy, democracy, sanitocracy

so i ask myself aloud:

why am i afraid to look outside

oh right,
that's the exoskeleton of a sanitocracy.