I fell nauseated and exhausted into bed at six, right after dinner, but I'm not really wired for long sleeps, however fervently I desire them, wanting to just pass through boredom or physical discomfort on a raft of dreams. I woke up a few minutes ago (ETA: it took a long time for me to write this entry; "a few minutes ago" when I typed that ( Read more... )

Who is procrastinating?

That's right! Lots of people! But right now, right here, the salient answer is me, Julia A. ! I am procrastinating-- though, actually, I did manage to hand in two four-page assignments on time this week, and one poem revision early. But I've still gotta write two separate very large medical history research essays, one for ( Read more... )

Now there are robins. They...what do you call a big group of robins? They're multitudes. On the lawns. A big group of them flew right over my head, low, and I could hear/feel the rush and scrape of little wings. Spring will come early to Swannanoa this year. Spring will float in blue and brown and hollow-boned and not at all the type of thing you'd ( Read more... )

Give me sweet wine that smells like fingernail polish and magic markers, looks like cloudy water, tastes like juice from a plastic pouch in the middle school parking lot, late spring and we're almost teenagers. I remember that. Give me brains to poke my gloved fingers through, human, the color of putty and the texture somewhere between good grey ( Read more... )