Woolly Mammoth Place

i am drinking my coffee at school. it is good. i like it very much. i need to get to work. last night amber brought us my taco for dinner. it too was good. it made me happy. after, we watched an episode of seinfeld. it was the one with the whiz. it made me laugh. the guy who played the whiz is also on carnivale. i think that's how you spell it, but i don't want to look it up. i am reading andre dubus and all the king's men during silent reading. i like them both very much. i've been listening to a lot of impressionist music like ravel and debussy. it makes me happy. it reminds me of bill evans. debussy once got mad when someone said hey you impressionist jerk, he responded and said "i am trying to do 'something different' – in a way realities – what the imbeciles call 'impressionism' is a term which is as poorly used as possible, particularly by art critics." we have so much in common. he is so dreamy. that's totally how i feel about the art of life. like when i'm making robot voices with a cheech accent while driving myself to work. or like when i do other things. word. out.