The semester is in it's death throws. I am sitting on the lap of Abraham, looking down as it writhes. I was hungry and it did not feed me. I was lonely and it did not comfort me. I was naked and it did not clothe me. However, breaking with biblical verse, I thugged out with my Mahāyāna gangsta lean, descend in true bodhisattva tradition to save it from total abjection. I have a plan, not just only any plan, but the best laid plain. I created a list of everything. Each class has been set into its own little MSexcel Row. I wrote down everything I was supposed to be doing for the entire semester, and divided it up over three days. As long as I stick to that plan, I should be good. Though I am supposed to go sailing this weekend after thift store shopping, so that day is out. The other day my friend is having a barbaque, I can't blow it off, he made me godfather of his kid, then flaming lips. So I figured out that if I can break everything into tiny little digestible chunks I won't have to ruminate for all that long on the extra bits that are between my teeth. Then there is the whole matter of learning Spanish. I think whatever purpose I had to this fell apart along time ago. Lately, I've been writing things, then when I forget what I was saying, I start to rewrite them with the new stabilized point in mind. But, my plan doesn't start until tomorrow, something to do with an audience finder. I know exactly where my audience can be found, the only problem is I don't want to go there.