ON DERIVATIVE CALCULI, part 2

those landmines. i'm crawling through them myself. "i know cause i planted them. under cover of night i put my heart in the ground."

no, i don't have anything original tonight. and that's not the original anyway. it does seem, however, to be lady singer-songwriter week here at 'looking good in pants;' and whatever you read into that isn't anything close to the convoluted dada/gaga/what's cool now? rationale behind why it happened. [broken social scene lyrics sung by emily haines here.] i like it all that way.

who knew i could eat so much in a weekend. the extra weight is purportedly just water retention. do i want to go back? i could stand standing on the scale to a lighter tune, but i'll gruel myself at the exercising tomorrow only because i won't have the plans or the excitement of the last three days, not because i really care about what's probably just water weight.

yes. this is a cop out. go ahead and count the hours during which you know i could have been working at something better (then subtract the time it takes to self-edit something admittedly half-assed). but given our understanding, i know you understand that the copping out (everything's better in uniform) can only mean a diminishing or a greatening of my esteem. yeah, that's a word. let's argue that instead of badgering the equivocation. ultimately, though, it's not worth your time. it's correct and it's mine.

i know 'cause i planted it. so there.