I, like my dear friend Leggsington, am looking forward to my arrival in the dear town of Hermes - ton tonight. (Only those who are acquainted with the true town know the joke of tossing designer names into the same name, even the same paragraph) However, this is one of my few thoughts that bring a smile. The rest are the product of spending the day in the dark; blinds closed, lights off, reading, thinking, and know I have to go to work for a meager four hours this eve.
Thoughts are: I should write a paper on how different I believe embarrassment and humiliation to be. I don't think one is a degree of the other, but that they are two different species entirely. More to come.
Also, on finishing my book, I am not filled with satisfaction, but loneliness and the knowledge that we cannot escape the past. Also, that really, it all comes down to love. This was supported on my google homepage by a quote from Nietzsche about desiring women. If Nietzche can't escape it, what makes anyone else think they can?
adskjf;alkdjs the mind is all a-jumble. I'll have to grab a redbull for the drive home. yep, I said it, home.
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