Anyway, looks like it's going to be a code red tomorrow, but I have to work anyway b/c Friday is a due date. It's the first time in a long time that there's been a traditional due date and I think everyone's a bit rusty b/c they keep asking me all the questions. I mean all the questions. And I can never articulate them correctly. Why can't I talk? I can only write. Only write.
Mike Posner is stuck in my head. I don't think it's cool to like him anymore, if it ever was cool. I've never been that cool. I read Glamour articles about Taylor Swift.
|can i have a reading room full of light and books, like this?|