Oh no...

My throat feels like it's on fire.

My nose runs every 5 minutes.

I would get sick right before a plane ride.

18 days.

Home is comforting.

Because really, I don't want to feel caved in.

Or feel eroded from the inside out.

I want to feel full, abounding, overflowing.

For some reason, all I want to do is sleep.

My body feels so weary, so tired.

And it doesn't make sense, really

The sun is out and the skies are clear

and yet I feel so weary.

I think I just want to curl up and sleep for a few hours

Finish this book I'm reading, start the next

Watch a bunch of movies

or finish How I Met Your Mother, all 6 seasons of it

and sip on a cup of black coffee all the while.

아니면 아니야 이민영

This scares me, more than anything.

And all this time, I'd forgotten how much it does.

It's raining in the most peculiar way in Berkeley today. It's falling like it's not falling. The fresh smell that rain brings was everywhere in the air, that smell that only happens when the earth is wet, when the pavement turns a shade or two darker, when only the tip of your nose gets wet.

Why can't it always rain like this.

notes

dear text edit,

thank you for not being so pretentious as to squiggly line me when i just need to word vomit. oh, on that note, thanks for knowing when to go ahead and just correct my spelling errors.

dear girl on the bus that i don't really know,

couldn't you tell the boy sitting across us had a major crush on you. he was pursing his lips the whole time waiting to strike a conversation with you. and then you just left. and i was left with the pleasure of watching his cutesadness for two whole more stops.

dear musical offering cafe,

you are dangerous to my wallet. i must be careful to walk at least 2 miles away and around from you. chicken on focaccia sandwich....why must you be so simply delicious.

dear creative writing 130,

i'm so glad i am finishing my last undergraduate semester with you. you are the salmon sushi i keep on the edge of my plate all dinner to finish off with.

dear memory,

please don't fail me. i really do mean to get right back into finishing the rest of lost season 2 as soon as i catch a breath.

dear ira glass,

please be my friend. you are cool.