In western Pennsylvania, there is a state college called the University of California-Pennsylvania. I’ve never been there. Last night in my dream I visited Steven Sanobrio there. I went to high school with Steven. Once we sold newspaper subscriptions together in the projects. I don’t know if he actually went to college. He showed us around. It was dark outside. It reminded me of Hartford. He said that sometimes there were thefts. He expressed concern about his future, he wasn’t sure if he was preparing himself for it well enough at college. I felt bad for him.

The day was slow. I wrote about Douglas Sirk and thought about how academics feel pointless. Dave and I put on a Jim O’Rourke record and Ben made noises to express his distaste. Paolo made a grilled cheese and I told everyone in the room that I’d sworn off these sandwiches.

I went to the Haymarket at about four with Dave to do work. There are a lot of mirrors there. They encourage my vanity. I wrote about Amélie Nothomb, a Belgian author, and noticed a girl with dark hair and pink leggings walk up and down the stairs. Her outfit was a little garish, but tasteful.

At the mod I was walking downstairs and Dave was complaining about a facebook photo of someone smoking a bowl. He remarked, “That would be like us posting a picture of Ezra sucking a dick.” I found that amusing. Later, Ben found a dead, dried up mouse in a vase. I reminded him to wash his hands after having touched it.

I wasn’t very thoughtful today. Things are wrapping up and my mind isn’t attached to anything anymore.