something about books, covers, and judgment (ramble much?)

i dreamed last night in (parenthetical notation) and although this wasn't particularly odd, it also wasn't particularly pleasant, and i woke with a strange disquietitude that has not yet (entirely) lifted. but this is beside the point.

the point is that i just saw myself in the mirror, and i look like some sort of strange, half-bearded man-beast. the closely-shorn days of yore have been replaced by the bushy-haired excess of (non)hippiedom, and the tactile response it seems to elicit. moreover, my nails are very long, an apparent side effect caused by the fact that i stopped biting them.

this is not the point.

the point is that i have: a wedding to attend this weekend (not mine), a breakfast date with the grooom-to-be in just over an hour, a bachelor party tomorrow, a tux to retrieve on Friday morning, a rehearsal dinner, a night on the isle, the witnessing of vows, the bearing of rings, and (hopefully) the happily ever after. all this marital hubbub signifies the last gasp hurrah of my spring semester's ceaseless commotion, and Sunday's (belated) birthday celebration marks a(nother) new beginning.

(needless to say,) i look forward to the productive laze of summer, the writing, the travel, the days at the beach, the nights of budoir samadhi...