silence
so i've been listening to the song "the professor" by Damien Rice a lot. smart man, dynomite song, it hits home this past week or so. which sucks, cause it's not a particularly "happy song" like Otis Redding sings to me most of the time. it hasn't been the worst week of my life or anything though, i have been spending a good amount of time getting shit done in the library for school and at the ceramics studio. the weather has been absolutely beautiful and i have no right to complain. thus i just listen to Damien Rice's confusion and try to relate. this message has been brought to you by downers annonymous, obviously. sorry...
a lighter more caseyesque note if you will, the little brick fire pit i bore in the backyard is grade A if i do say so myself and i look forward to more campfires this fall like the one we had last night. i can't wait to actually be able to wear sweaters to class, this in between kindof cold, kindof hot thing is making me anxious. i rearanged my room and now it is suited such that my bed is back in the window nook, so open window bed time is going to be AWESOME.
take the time for coffee tawlk. it helps. rufus has goopey eyes. i think that is cat code for a cold.
a lighter more caseyesque note if you will, the little brick fire pit i bore in the backyard is grade A if i do say so myself and i look forward to more campfires this fall like the one we had last night. i can't wait to actually be able to wear sweaters to class, this in between kindof cold, kindof hot thing is making me anxious. i rearanged my room and now it is suited such that my bed is back in the window nook, so open window bed time is going to be AWESOME.
take the time for coffee tawlk. it helps. rufus has goopey eyes. i think that is cat code for a cold.