"norwegian wood"

the other day sara and i laughed about ducks covered in ants while waiting for jam.

architecture leads me home somewhere in the way late am and i don't have the energy to make it to my bed - my futon looks too seductive (especially with the hello kitty doll on it.) during our critique, i compose sonnets about elephants. i cook dinner tonight with jason as we watch family guy episodes, not once, not twice, but thrice (and a half.) i look forward now to reuniting myself with the futon, along with haruki murakami and a bowl of ice cream. but, before that, dishes.

you gotta play it cool, even through those days bruised in black and blue.

a song: bright eyes' if winter ends i dreamt of a fever once that would cure me...