cruelty is the wrath of my instrument

I've been waxing poetic on an email that has just been sent to M.  Our perspectives are so incredibly different and we seem to be polarized in this deadlock.  I have lost sleep.  Oh hell - I am not actually sleeping at all lately - not at night anyway.  

On my docket today - 

Latin American History class - give Stuart Christmas present

Robarts - pick up the course books for the Post Napoleonic Europe class that I ordered from the Internet (they're going to take a while to come)

Registrar - fill out financial grant documents - no OSAP = tough luck with expensive texts

Find a room and do the Leviathan reading for Philosophy of Human Nature

Hm - as I study that list I realize I'm having fun at school.  I wonder if I can fit climbing with P somewhere in there.  I should also probably pick up some CD cases for the TMV stuff I'm making for Prof.  And maybe I could check what book I'm supposed to be reading for American Lit.  Suddenly my week looks too busy to worry about M.

Oh and I wanted to post this partial list of the words of phrases I've been collecting, I like these because of the way they sound.  I was telling JH the other day about how whenever I find a word I have a great affinity for - I know it's the right one because of the image I experience in my limbic brain.  It's a half hollow frosted glass sphere rocking from side to side in the black ether.

Said list - 

glossolalia

de facto

momentum

fallacy

viscera

construct for comfort

pneumonic

latent

recondite

sonorous

temporal

alveolar lavage

end transmission.