There was this awesome thunderstorm outside last night. Adam and I were talking about it, and he hit it right on the head when he said that he was actually scared. I was, too! I've never seen it rain so hard, and the lightning was striking within blocks of our place. The sky was light as much as dark. It was like being in a war. It's funny, though. The storm woke me up at like 2 a.m. and I was totally out of it, so what I did, I went and turned off one of the fans in my room. Like, you know how you're supposed to unplug things in case there's a power surge? Well I didn't unplug anything, but instead I was like "Oh, I'd better turn off my fan!" The funny thing is that I have two fans, and both were on, but I only turned off one.

Oh yeah, speaking of funny stuff, I'm reading Bob Dylan's memoir "Chronicles, Volume One," which is *really* good. Check out this passage toward the beginning where he's talking about the French writer Balzac:

"Balzac was pretty funny. His philosophy is plain and simple, says basically that pure materialism is a recipe for madness. The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in superstition. Everything is subject to analysis. Horde your energy. That's the secret of life. You can learn a lot from Mr. B. It's funny to have him as a companion. He wears a monk's robe and drinks endless cups of coffee. Too much sleep clogs up his mind. One of his teeth falls out, and he says, "What does this mean?" He questions everything. His clothes catch fire on a candle. He wonders if fire is a good sign. Balzac is hilarious."

Bob Dylan is great. Shit, gotta go to class. I'll write more tonight, I SWEAR.