i'm sad tired unsettled can't sleep. i keep trying to read this book and i don't know what its about. 

i miss comet. i miss reading with comet when he was dying. it was like he got old so fast. it was incredibly sad but tranquil. 

i was reading this book with him two days before he died. i didn't get very far. two other books i finished with him then. i already don't remember them. i remember him.

it seems to be getting louder in obamaland. it's midnight. engines are racing. radios blaring. there will be great unrest in obamaland. i'll be waiting for some calamity to happen, like for his tower to collapse into a hole. in the prospect of the way things happen to be i hope for a specific kind of just tragedy.

just the other day it seems strange to call then.