boredom puts a gun to my head and makes me type
i'm in champaign for a day of bringing down large objects and getting books. the tuna fish is shriveled but not molded thank goodness. my fire alarm battery must be dying cuz it kept beeping every five minutes so i ripped it off the ceiling and can hear my mommy foretelling midnight fires that will wake and burn me without warning. i'm listening to a joni mitchell album on my super fly record player and its lovely. i never want to chop off my fingers. i like jim's new apartment very much and his cousin roommate offers beer and puts me at ease. who ever thought that mr. bean marathons could be entertaining. stef is a math champ. i have to leave early tomorrow so i will commence with the sleeping and return with stories and forest fire some other time.