bottomless pit. (also heartless)
Dear gods but the amount of food I've been consuming lately is obscene. I actually ate six (yes, 6) meals today. I'm not exactly sure that running a marathon is the socially acceptable thing that my superego claims, but it does kind of pull at me in that obsessive sort of way. Perhaps not in May, though.
I also have, coincidentally enough, six new rainbow reeds freshly carved from the raw soul-stuff of my new cane. They are quite happily crowing little Cs and seem quite healthy (I am ecstatic).
damnit. I'm still hungry and I'm out of all the easy eatables.
Undergrad DIES on April 23rd. Joyousness.
I also have, coincidentally enough, six new rainbow reeds freshly carved from the raw soul-stuff of my new cane. They are quite happily crowing little Cs and seem quite healthy (I am ecstatic).
damnit. I'm still hungry and I'm out of all the easy eatables.
Undergrad DIES on April 23rd. Joyousness.