Not much to report. Spent the afternoon reading Faulkner and drinking wine. Took a nap on account of sleeping like absolute shit last night. Did some writing FOR ME for once and not as part of a god damn well thought out, carefully constructed, multi-draft edited-to-death piece for class. I've got a really foreboding feeling right now, though I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it's a product of bad rest and the tone of As I Lay Dying, but something about the difference between 4pm yesterday and 4am today doesn't quite add up to me. I suck at math. Maybe I'm just insane. I'll have to keep an eye on that one.
Drink Count: 5
Okay, you're getting multiple pictures today. I realize that I just have too damn many and if I actually post them one a time I'll never get to NOT post one. And that blows. So here's me with each of my young Canadian neighbors:
Colleen
Megan
Erin
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