ludic lucidity

Nothing much is new here. I watched Capote Sunday night at the Drexel Gateway. I've been there twice and haven't ever seen more than a handful of people there. I don't know how they're making any money if no one shows up. They do serve alcohol there though, so a good Friday and Saturday might keep them in the black for the other days.

Sometimes I nearly convice myself of terribly unrealistic things, which makes it hard when I snap back to reality and understand that whatever pipe dream I had going was exactly that. It's tough for me to remain as evenheaded as I prefer and never to hope things will turn out a certain way. Never being disappointed in things is as easy as caring only about those things you have control over.

It's a long day tomorrow and I'm only making it longer by staying up so late.