Tonight the moon caught my eye. Rather than drift into a vague existentialist captivation concerning its beauty - i said to myself, quite frankly, "oh, shit". There is no denying the human encapsulation with the moon.. Furthermore, you're a fucker if you believe it plays no part in your endogenous rhythms. But why, oh why, does it make some people go absolutely wild, especilly when it's full. Fuck.. I get into so much trouble during full moons.. God dammit. This is no good.