okay. first night at penn. pretty early yet. outside my window the fluorescent glow of the parking garage's lights gleaming off windshields. my room's still disheveled and i intend to do something about it, just not tonight. because i'm terribly bewildered. for a few moments this felt fleeting. but it's really loud out there on the street. cars honking at this hour. the awake. and loud. i'm not in the lounge socializing. too tired, too itchy. a spectator at the carnival, wool suited, rubbing and rubbing at bleary eyes. but excited!

i'm not doing a great job of anything at this point. once again the therapeutic power of typing. shouldn't i be out and about considering the people within a 2 mile radius of me? then again. if i do anything it will be because i feel like it. no more compulsion. memory's fading fast. sensory overload.