schedule officially nonexistent. i suppose that i've managed to set myself on a healthier one, considering i went to bed last night at 11:30pm, but now i'm awake at about 7:30 in the morning, which is good, but weird. at this rate i'll be able to revise a paper and write another one in time to still make it to work then be to class on time. that never happens. so this is good, but will probably be short lived. i was getting pretty sick too, what with an outrageous stay up for a few days and then sleep for a few days schedule. my face looks like shit. sometimes i forget how poor my skin is, and i'll see someone with acne and think, "oh, that person has bad acne," when in fact so do i. funny that. sometimes i've forgotten to such an extent that i look in the mirror and i'm taken aback. anyway, let's talk of other things.

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you dies each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

and i feel i, just yesterday, purchased a very ideal autumn album. i'm gradually becoming more and more pleased with my purchase. worth the $10.99/$11.76 entirely. well, it's a little after eight, and i have to reintroduce myself to the world, because i'm feeling rather worthless at the moment. let's attempt production.

smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone