#libraries forever

i don't have anything to say: i was on such a good streak of early-sleeping and now i'm off it, timed perfectly with my earliest morning yet of the semester? is this a thing to say. the seminal episode of my radio show begins in seven hours. my greatest desire is to wake up for it and my runner-up desire is to wake up in time to maybe drink a glass of water and become cognizant. let the blood wander into brainy canals at its leisure while i regurgitate bright blue mouth wash. i've had it with long explanations: nothing really happened today except for the pervasive feeling of tombliness, library-sized -- i couldn't get out and i couldn't take it, i was suffocating in there. secondary feeling of general merriment for literally no reason i can think of. i forgot what being somewhat consistently upbeat is like and it is too weird. mid-afternoon, mid-blizzard, i spent an hour on a couch talking about smells with laura, who i haven't hung out with properly in maybe a year. now i'm obsessed with her and want to make repeat plans immediately. her house is thin like the spine of a book and yellow, amidst a long line of squat white houses. on the inside the floor is checkered tile and the walls have cartoonish whirring airplanes painted on them. i saw only one of her housemates, a girl in a bun, who ran in through the front door, planted her feet squarely in front of us, and talked about lynda barry energetically for three minutes before she stomped up the stairs to retrieve a book.

laura is writing ghost stories for her capstone.