the disintegration of memory

i should write things down more. always forgetful, i remember 1/4 of the good and none of the bad. division by zero. i would throw out that calculus limit rule here but i can't recall the french dude's name.

it's warmed up in columbia. outdoor activities get me through the week day after school hours. picked a basketball up after an extended lay off and hung tough w/ some white dudes down at the local middle school (adult age, not middle school age). i ran a bit with h in the evening the other night and didn't feel the burn in my chest, only in my legs. there's something to be said about being in shape. fitness freaks are onto something.

i get these washed out moments where it's like i've felt all there is to feel and everything's a second rate version of some past feeling. if i write more, do i become more articulate?

i should be sleeping. i'm hosting a keg party tomorrow. these things requires rest.