:: Friday, February 13, 2004 ::

The late busses come infrequently, jerk to a stop and start again, once at each block - staccato me home. My head is still fuzzy and altered and I sit here clicking, clicking, clicking. Time ticking and I waste it, thinking, exam tomorrow, paper to hand in, then the freedom of spring break. I imagine retreating from the city to a low futon in a hollow room that echoes and wishes it could shake the spiders from its walls. I will wrap the old fake duvet around my shoulders and curl up on my right side, fetal, and sleep for a week. Hibernate and pretend the springtime sun isn't showing its face yet. Watch hours of television and convince myself I'm enjoying the solitude.

Lately it has been sunny out yet inexplicably colder. Someone told me the rainclouds act like insulation. Silver lining, it seems. I want to crawl into my bed but it's piled high with belongings and I know it's cold in there. I added another blanket this week, a fleecy one, but fleece and a hot water bottle are a poor excuse for a valentine.

But I guess I am looking forward to the solitude, the satellite tv, the unconditional love, the lack of responsibility, the car, the futon and the spiders on the walls. Maybe even the fetal position under a fake duvet. I am fine - I forget that sometimes. Anyway, it may be cold at night, but it's warm in the morning.


~song~ Ben Harper - Glory & Consequence

:: Katy 2:49 a.m. [+] :: ::