Shower Vapors
Resolution: I must stop fainting in showers. They are bad places for fainting.
Alternatively, now that I have fainted in my freshman dorm's shower AND my sophomore dorm's shower, there is a very small part of me that wants to make a clean sweep of it.
But it is a very small part.
Missed class for the first time this semester today. Emailed my professors at 5 am, went back to sleep until 3:30 pm, when I absolutely had to go to astronomy section. So I didn't miss anything except British history, and what do I need to know except Cromwell? Nothing. There's nothing else.
I would like salty things: combos, cheetos, saltines, doritos. Combos, preferably. I would like a salt-lick for my birthday. I will attach it to the inside of my closet for clandestine sodium intake.
I wish I could lay in bed and cuddle and tell secrets, but Otto has taken up a notion and run wild with it. He's writing a letter to the Yale Daily News (YDN) about healthcare. He was inspired by events that he won't recount, presumably having to do with an idiot. In any case, my bed is now a work desk, and I've played all the tetris I can stomach for a night.
For class, I am reading a French story about a fat prostitute. I wish literature wasn't so predictable sometimes.
Also, speaking of that, Tiffany had drawn a nude portrait of Kevin on our suite whiteboard, that was full of penis and leg hair, so after Kevin erased it, I drew a nude portrait of him as a voluptuous dancing woman. I hope he likes it better. The whiteboard was a fantastic purchase.
Time for cuddles!!!
maraout.