Well, nocturnal angsties are upon me, as dreary I mourn the passing of a friday eve einsam in my einsamkeit, w/ sensitive teeth. Poorly slept again fantasizing. Am I lonely or worried that people percieve me as lonely? Most likely the latter. Spent an hour there in the library writing a short story. It is 8.13. The noise of the city, und die, die leben (that's a Rilkean italicisation there btw). Really, being is so hard it should be conjugated much more irregularly than it in fact is. I suggest I ach, you muck, he/she/it durks, we achen, you (pl) argt, they goan (pronounced g-own.). Oh for a healthy mind in a healthy body, and not this stomach!