I woke up at 340 am and moved my pillows from one end of the bed to the other and propped the window open with a cup.

I bought two cans of cranberry lime seltzer and some double a batteries and a coffee.

I had a dream that I was part of a family whose home had been invaded by people who intended to kill them all…eventually. They were very strategic, slow moving murderers who for some reason did not care if we left the house.

I am worried about the cat.

I spilled coffee on my sheets and slept on them anyway.

Every single day, when it begins to get dark outside,  I want to throw myself in front of it like it’s a car I could possibly stop from moving without killing myself in the process.

Everyone’s hair contains static electricity.

Last Thursday I cried in the ladies’ room in the basement of College Hall, next to the men’s room, which is supposed to be haunted by an angry male ghost. A bathroom is a strange place to cry, especially if you know the crying you’re doing isn’t done, that it could restart, and restart and restart, now, again, again.

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