2002-12-03
9:22 p.m.
maybe i'm a fool to believe it's not so
boiled frog syndrome. the steam room is getting easier to stand, lying back and imagining barbados again (fifteen, I miss you). my lungs will thank me, I'm sure. the freckledfiend is now a bonafide business women; three cheers are in order even if you don't know her yet. you will. it's so nice to know people doing important things; I'm at least momentarily absolved. I'd be working far more efficiently if the lab air weren't freezing my fingers off. do you know, one of my stressful end-of-semester thingies involves play-dough. life isn't so bad. ah, I'm all disjointed, I swing between I have all the time in the world for everything and oh fuck! oh fuck! i'm leaving in a week and a half. oh good lord let there be nakedness. if it's just the whiskey talking, don't let me know
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