it's hard if you can't change it / it's worse if you don't try

put it on my headstone: alfred skilton - just telling you a story about the lake fever. i always end up grinning like a loon during my commute imagining gord laying on the canadiana -- want to beeee your wheezing screen door! want to beeee your stars of Algonquin! --  while the girl goes "hurry!" also we're soulmates and i'll be lonesome when he goes.

just their luck that virtue and moir won worlds and didn't get to be happy about it. pity me too who has to avoid them all next year lest i sink into a deep depression when they inevitably fail. although chances are i'll do that anyway.

the ronde's tomorrow, apparently. whatever that is.

i want my conscience to be true before you, it says. but you doesn't exist. and you don't either. and i can't exactly form an unhealthy attachment to something that makes me more productive. and healthy attachments are boring. and