Welcome To My Bed

The name game.


By four o'clock, I have to think of a name for the slam team. AJ and I have agreed it needs to be something that implies humanity (like Emerson's Gringo Choir), but for some reason my brain refuses to connect the word humanity with anything but The Cask of Amontillado, which is really more about suppressing humanity than anything else. I feel like I should leaf through Greek mythology for ideas, but that would take years. So I guess I'm at an impasse.

I also wasted a good chunk of my weekend battling the immense pain of what felt like all of my organs trying to break free of my body at once. But this morning I feel alright. I had Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast, I'm reading Nabokov for class now, and tonight I get to sit at the reference desk and be left happily to my own devices.