I just completed a ten page paper on the United States’ decision to venture north of the 38th Parallel in the Korean War. The paper is due at 6:20 this evening; I started it at about eleven lastnight, worked on it til about two in the morning, and decided to get some shut eye and finish it this afternoon. All last night I dreamt about Truman, MacArthur, the Red Chinese, and Syngman Rhee (who was really creepy). The whole time I’ve been writing this paper I’ve had this old, rough, punk song ruminating through my head. It’s a song by this defunct Carbondale band called The Holidays. The bloke on lead vocals screamsings, “Mr. Truman! How can I thank you! For starting up the NSA in 1952!? NSA! NSA! No Such Agency!” It’s driving me insane.

I suppose I’ll get ready for school now. I’m really going to enjoy Thanksgiving break. Hopefully I’ll be able to rest better and dream of conventional things…provided conventional dreams actually exist. My mum’s side is coming over to our house to celebrate on Thursday, so I get to help clean the house tonight, which, for some reason, I’m really looking forward to.