fifty nine

Today in class, whilst half sleeping and half waking, i realised how unnatural it is to sit around a table and discuss things. As animals, i mean. Only we do this nonsense, parading our intelligence around and talking about things that really have no relevance to anyone’s life. It filled me with the purest sensation of disgust i’ve felt in as long as i can remember. It was all i could do to not scream and wretch. It passed, though. It’s nice talking, really. But, goodness, how bizarre it is to be a human.

In other news, it’s the twenty third commemoration of the birth of Lauren Byrnes. Get crazy, daisy. I’m going to celebrate in spirit, of course.