This month is a bad month for electronic junk. I broke Chris' iPod (or did I? Who the fuck knows?), and someone stole the CD player out of his car. I ran over my own iPod. It still turns on but the face has cracked; it's now a 30 gigabyte, 200$ iPod Shuffle. I should have stayed with the Rio. I lit my Rio on fire and melted off its exoskeleton in a horrible fireworks accident. It still fucking worked; it played for me without even having real buttons to have pressed. How does one go on without buttons? We should all be so thankful. I dubbed it Darth Vader after buying a broken model and swapping skins. Those thirty dollars for Red Chair Software were wasted, too, as apparently Anapod Manager only lets you hook up one iPod per computer, so when I plugged in Chris' to fix it I tied his machine to mine. Everything on this computer keeps freezing. I keep sneezing, and I'm pretty sure my breath smells. I'll cup my hand around my mouth and breath back into my nose, but then I can't tell. I have only little hints when I move my mouth or breath a certain way. It's probably my sinuses - it would indeed make sense that I can't smell my smelling parts just as you don't know that curious scent your house holds.
I'm wantonly killing off processes in Task Manager now. I do not remember what I hoped to gain but it seemed like a good idea for a moment. I should be asleep right now and would be were it not for amphetamines and the computer screen. I know at this age I ought to be able to stay up for days on end, or at least that's what they say. It's just not in me, though. Physically I'm fine but I can't hold focus and I fainted in the shower. Well, maybe not so fine in the body, but the stress is on my head; I really can't keep a thought for long enough to draw any sort of useful conclusion.
Been staring John Donne's Holy Sonnet Fourteen: Batter My Heart. I really love this guy, though the conceits I'd come to know by heart I'd read for hours repeatedly here in this chair have left me, I can bring their names to bear but no further. They're on the tip-of-the-brain with everything else I should know, like what I'm doing tomorrow and about what I initially logged onto Livejournal to write.
The Magnetic Fields and Donne are forever fused in my head, now. I spent too many hours on end listening to them and no one but, while reading and writing on Donne. I'm not done, either, though almost. Five full pages outlined - only seven or so to go on the paper and I'll pass school. Or pass out.
Current Music: The Magnetic Fields