I slept on the couch last night. I fell asleep reading a Heidegger essay called "Being-Towards-Death". Got as far as the section called "Existential-Ontological Structure of Death" before passing out with the book on my face. At 4 am I woke up, probably with print on my cheek, and realized that I did not have the motivation to get up and move into my bedroom. It was alright though, there was a marathon of the third season of MacGyver on Spike TV.

Yesterday was very strange. Not the school part really, but after school. I stopped by my grandmother's apartment to get some gas money from my dad. Al was there. We got stoned and watched Roxy Music live performences on DVD. I think my dad just wanted to smell it, but it seems like that would be torture. I don't know. It was...surreal.