Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Feeling sort of brain dead. Didn't accomplish anything this afternoon except taking movies back to blockbuster. I suppose its ok to relax like that, but I was supposed to do wonderful things with my life (or so I pictured). I had some nice dreams, in one there was someone laying next to me, we were negotiating our comfort levels.
I reread like 3 months of 2006 on here.
Similar to how I obsess about work now, I realize I spent a lot of college obsessing about classes and homework. How easily strained and stressed by such meaningless tasks and yet they start to become who you are.

What should we teach about tomorrow?