"Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time."
-On the Road, Jack Kerouac-

So, love is a duel. Imagine that. I'm tired. It's about 9:00am and I've been up since 6:00am. My days have grown boring and eventless. I really need to apply for the MLA program but I'm having trouble with the essay. I don't know what's wrong with me. I also need to find employment. Well, all in due time. I need to get out of the city for a while.