And it's another day

[aijael]

Its raining and the light is grey. I feel obscure and melancholy. My shirt has big floppy sleeves that are kind of like wings. Everyone I know wants to be a writer. I just want to dry my soul on a sandy beach somewhere. My Latin TA casually mentioned the several digs she went on, and the curl of jealousy in the pit of my stomach was insistent. Perhaps I will run away to Egypt next summer and spend it dying under the sun scratching at rocks with dental tools. I can't think of anything better.

Bah.
We started the subjunctive in Latin today. I think I am in love. Would that I fully understood it.