Welcome To My Bed

The briefest of briefs.

Today: got a somewhat inconsequential piercing, watched Star Trek, threw out all the old cheese in the fridge.

Tomorrow: hawk my soul (and middle school CD collection) at the mall for gas money, coffee with Crystal, last hurrah with Button.

Tuesday: high-tail it back to Hampshire, give roommates late holiday gifts, pray for spring.

I got such a kick out of this the other day. Betcha can't guess why.


I'll give you a hint: my life is consumed by poetry, and now the internet knows about it.