Name: Lindsay What time is it: 11:47 p.m. THE FRUITS OF YOUR LABOR( things you can’t live without) Something important on your desk: my computer.

romping in the cornfields milkshakes at baskin robbins movies in winter park urban flats more ice cream on park ave and painting pottery at all

one paper down, second one half way done. are they good? probably not. but i don’t care any more 🙂

i’m back, typing to try to get my brain to start working. focus. i knew i shouldn’t have had any of that caffeine earlier today.

listening to fiona apple while writing about sylvia plath is just way to appropriate. loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkk

so in a world where sometimes you need to just start typing in order to get a few thousand things done, here i am. because

at the end of a very tumultous week i spill red crystal light all over my carpet. but at least it didn’t get on the

i am burned out. i am tired. i am tired of writing this essay. i am mad that my professor gave me one point for

i have been so immersed in eliot’s “little gidding” from “the four quartets” that i actually had a dream about it last night.

i am so hot. my apartment is so hot. the newsroom is hot. its hot outside. whats the deal? i was supposed to get some