im in like
repeat subject: x2. this boy patrick macarthur. (a nice irish scotch) has been spending an inordinate amount of time looking at the stars through ceilings with me. no one sees 'em but us. i have been measuring sleep in minutes lately because the stars have been out until about 7 in the morning every morning. except last night- i spent 16 (16!) hours in bed with patrick trading lifetime stories and sleeping. there was a fire alarm last night. at 3. and the night before. and they last almost an hour. and its 6th circle of hell type shit. and then we all get back into our comfy/warm/silent beds until 3 this afternoon. and then we go to the art museum and see wonderful photographs. and then the next day we wake up to finals and wish to kill ourselves.
the end.
the end.