How weird is this? What sort of daily incoherence was I up to 1.5 years ago?
The craziest part is that I remember these three events clearly; walking under a tree while trekking to my favorite dining hall experience; a rare coffeehouse moment with mäk and daniel (sporting his new 'hawk); and riding that caffine high long through the wee hours of the morn.
See the word balloons? I had too much tea and mäk had too much beer, see?
And then he started talking about his anorexic destiny.
i saw ice sculptures this morning at 6:45 and knocked one over (it being precariously balanced and ill-prepared to accommodate the singular might of my pointer digit).
it made a very loud thud, and the only other guy within a million miles glared at me.
and then i went to work. and then home. and then work. and then home.
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