Mountain Dew Throwback. This is speed.

I drank this tonight while in Sorento's, eating five dollar pizza, then I ran down Atwood and gave sloppy hugs and slurred some thoughts to friends and then I ran back...and now it's five thirty a.m.

I had this weird dream last night (if you can call it that) where my train of thought was about "moral obligations" and the environment and Voltaire and relationships and parenting. I ate peanut butter on an english muffin before bed. (I blame my late night snack and National Geographic.) Will anyone admit that they are wrong in their actions or thoughts? Is that humanly possible? Then I think about humans being humans and how it wouldn't be right for anyone to say that anything is wrong because one's disposition is set upon values that are created with upbringing and environment. Yes, then sometimes I think Anthropology is depressing. I used to think Psychology was depressing because it didn't leave room for freewill, but at least non-human living creatures follow through on things that humans can't promise or be morally obliged to do. For example, a mother primate wouldn't just stop nurturing her offspring after two years time. People, on the other hand, just drop drop drop their moral obligations. I'm open for discussion. Don't feel morally obliged. ha!

sleep!