at 2:17 A.M, i
- am hearing thumping sounds from the third floor where my landlord and his family live. weird.
- can’t sleep when you’re not beside me.
- am scared of ballet classes tomorrow because the teaching pace is fast and my short attention span can’t keep up. not to mention a certain step that just puzzles my body.
- just emailed a set of questions for an interviewee for an article
- just panicked, imagining my M.A. application sitting on the dean’s desk. still no word from them.
- am tempted by images of cakes and pralines and lemon squares and cupcakes.
- am happy to note that my last song syndrome is ani difranco’s fuel and not some lousy pop track.
