The school that I attend is currently on strike for various reasons, and as such I'm left to fend for myself in the big city with absolutely nothing to do. Unfortunately, this leads to many bad things, as I now no longer sleep or eat or exercise, but drink like a fish. I've been away from the writing too as I've taken instead to hanging out and partying more than I have in the 4 years I've been here! It's been a great time, but I wouldn't mind if we went back to school asap. My brother got me a poetry book for Christmas: "Love is a Dog from Hell" by Charles Bukowski. It's pretty great, though I can't read it all at once, because there's only