12.08.2006

in my own universe, home soon

after my class ended i texted h saying "i have ptsd"
she texted back saying "is that humor?"

the sad thing is, my first thought was:
oh, a polar interrogative formed by subject-aux inversion.

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paper1 turned in: check
finish reviewing abstracts: check
meet to decide which abstracts make the conference: check
paper2 turned in: check
attend last class of the semester: check

pick up organic veggie box for house: check

slowly dissolve into a torpid petrolate ooze: imminent.
(preferably somewhere near my bed)