in which life limps along at subsonic speeds
so what's new?
oh yeah so. I'm in impending grad school doom.
dread.
(okay so it's actually fine & I am excited x 20.)
life is draining all of my creativity away. I am slowly but slowly becoming stupid, capable only of making the occasional meal and petting the occasional wandering cat that passes by my station in this chair.
then I get up & go outside & play frisbee.
saturday I rolled up the carpet in my room & looked at the pretty pretty wood floor. & I was like, I have 1 million papers to fill out & 1 million checks to write/mail, and thennnnnn more work work work, but I just want to look at the sunlight on all this blonde wood & wax sentimental.
so I did.
I guess it needed to happen.
post script, I love THUNDERSTORMS.
oh yeah so. I'm in impending grad school doom.
dread.
(okay so it's actually fine & I am excited x 20.)
life is draining all of my creativity away. I am slowly but slowly becoming stupid, capable only of making the occasional meal and petting the occasional wandering cat that passes by my station in this chair.
then I get up & go outside & play frisbee.
saturday I rolled up the carpet in my room & looked at the pretty pretty wood floor. & I was like, I have 1 million papers to fill out & 1 million checks to write/mail, and thennnnnn more work work work, but I just want to look at the sunlight on all this blonde wood & wax sentimental.
so I did.
I guess it needed to happen.
post script, I love THUNDERSTORMS.