In light of recent events...

I've reconsidered... Maybe it isn't Montreal that fucks you up, but rather art school.


My drawing TA engaged me in a conversation about theology and how his faith keep philosophy from making him crazy. Of course I'm paraphrasing, the point being I really disagreed with a lot of the things he said but my mind was running 5 minutes behind his and instead of a coherent discussion, he got a blank stare. Of course the minute I left the building, I had lined up about 3 or 4 points I had wanted to make. The fault lies entirely on myself for getting zero hours of sleep the night before and the whole thing made me disgruntled and unsettled. Within five minutes down the street to the metro I had convinced myself that I would never make it in the arts and that on top of that, the art were bullshit to begin with. This clearly lead to intense existential angst and a near tearful breakdown at the fact that I was now direction less and useless.

All while waiting for the metro!

Luckily I got home, took a nap (if 3 hours of sleep can still be considered a nap...) and went to karate which got my head back in gear. Being up for 25 hours is a lot like being drunk; you stop being able to filter the crap common sense generally ignores.

My number 2 is sticky... I think there is something under the key.... Fuck.