(eventually there is nothing else to do but sleep)

my favorite food is spinach, onions, balsamic vinegar.

i'm getting reäcquainted with the hypnagogic life, thoughts of fiery boobs flashing neon across my brain while alan levine is trying to explain functions of random variables, integration by parts and u substitution. by the end of class there's nothing there for him to erase. when i get home i dream that i'm very sleepy and fumble at the doorknob before collapsing at the base of the door. the hard wood feels nice and steady at my temple, and there are exciting things in the mail. i'll just wait until thomas comes to help me. three slices of toast and then another 80 minutes of alan levine. it works out better this time around, and my meeting with lisa is longer and more languid than usual, though at the end she surprises me by warning me to get to have a lot done by our next meeting. i have no plans for the next four days and maybe i should.