This is mostly not about a song I am listening to

i think my dog has clinical depression. i also think several of my friends have that.

i feel really bad for all of them in various ways. its complicated. (most things are.)

i'm developing a new theory of the law. which is simply awful because the paper i am trying to write was supposed to be fairly basic, essentially based on one i wrote a year ago (which was simply delightful if i do say so myself.) but now i keep trying to do way too much with it and also explain how a crime only occurs once the law has been invoked. and because the invocation of the law is now essentially a police / prosecutorial monopoly crime is entirely discretionary to those who ostensibly enforce it. right? well this is my example. a simple assault is pretty much any kind of physical contact. millions or billions or events happen daily that could be considered simple assault, and probably less than 0.01% of them are really considered crimes. so something about discretion, i lost my train of thought. but yeah, police could arrest people for a lot of things and charge 'simple assault' but they generally know what is and really isn't a crime (even though it all could be.) thats what im trying to write. but mostly i'm just sleeping.

i'm in a state.

i thought i would like winter, but i'm sick of it already and i don't have the proper clothing. i am always hot or cold. oh god weather, am i going to talk about gas prices now?

cause really i don't have any money either. i'm fairly certain the school is just withholding every other paycheck. but i don't care i don't care. i don't care if i never get another paycheck again.

everyone hates my writing. or else they think its so great that they're intimidated. or they're just lazy and don't actually read it. i mean thats what i generally do.

something is definitely missing. still plenty of november left though.

you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent (alternate: we're the heirs to the glimmering world. which is more optimistic?)