support reality!

I woke up disgustingly late today, felt like hell and called in sick to work. I slept something like 12 hours and I'm already tired again. There was a Big Lebowski showing down the street at Studio 35 but I didn't make it. Maybe I'll go tomorrow.

Instead, I went out with Josh to see a bunch of bands play at a farm in Pataskala. A lot of people from MILO came. Some of the bands sucked, naturally, but some were fun. Afterward Josh wanted to watch Oldboy at my house (I downloaded it last year sometime and burned it to DVD).



I love stories about insanely dedicated people. People like Wittgenstein, Erdos, Charlie Parker, Epictetus, who give up normal life. They exchange the comforts I crave for a relentless pursuit of perfection. I wish I had their kind of determination and unswerving resolve. I tend to try and then give up when it's too hard.