Thursday, February 18, 2010


I cannot, for whatever reason, complete this case study. It isn't difficult; it just seems like a royal waste of time and page flipping. In other news, this is what I accomplished this morning at the Fall River courthouse, where I had my first-ever brush with jury duty:

The man sitting across from me kept giving me funny looks. I thought it was a fantastic doodle, so he can kiss my ass.

The clouds are passing quickly. It is a pretty afternoon.
I am running low on sleep, high on backaches and caffeine.

I miss you on my floor already. There is something to be said about drifting in and out of sleep, deliriously thrilled to know nothing at all except the warmth beside you.

I don't want to be Sarah Kendrew.
Just so you know.