woke up 4.30a central time (=2.30a oaktown time) and managed not to nap. tonight's sleep will be good, i hope, back in my own bed and so tired. gym in the morning. farmer's market. housewarming. then pack, study, pack, study. rhythm.

i packed up all of my fiction, math&cs, poetry, and philosophy books tonight. the linguistics books remain, i think i might be up to two boxes of them which is nice. i feel like i haven't even made a dent, but my room is already a disaster. i hate packing, i hate moving, i hate chaos. i want to be there and settled.


the quiet and still in my room was making me sad but packing always makes me a little depressed, too. "study hittite" is what will would say.