Today has gone by too quickly and slowly all at once. I'm hoping to finish, or at least put a dent into this motherfucker. If not, well, I can always drink that Clorox, too.
So, in other news. I forgot completely about my apartment at MICA until I just saw some photos. Then the memories flooded just about as quickly as the toilet had on that first week in which Laura and I drowned the apartment below. I can even remember the texture of the bathroom floor under my feet, and the feel of sleeping straight on that mattress, or the doors and how they were always a bit sticky. Or even sitting on that table in Anthony's doorframe.
Jesus.
I want to live with those people forever.