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Apr. 23rd, 2003 10:46 amI have that too tired to sleep feeling, and all I would like to do is curl up in my bed and pretend like I have no responsibilities. I'm going to blame the fact that it is grey again.
The magazine on the coffee table has tons of graduate school rankings, but doesn't tell me a bloody thing about Slavic departments. Wankers.
I keep repeating words to myself until they lose their meaning entirely. Like crave. I crave strawberry nutella crepes, my bed, a long shower, the weekend, my plane ticket, for my headache to vanish. I also crave coherency and purpose, both of which are fleeting.
The magazine on the coffee table has tons of graduate school rankings, but doesn't tell me a bloody thing about Slavic departments. Wankers.
I keep repeating words to myself until they lose their meaning entirely. Like crave. I crave strawberry nutella crepes, my bed, a long shower, the weekend, my plane ticket, for my headache to vanish. I also crave coherency and purpose, both of which are fleeting.