And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

After eating vitamin enriched foods,
I am going to sleep into eternity and hope that I will wake up less than a girl with pearly skins and birds roundabout waiting to dress me.
Level of sanity is once again proven to correlate with the amount of sleep I have gotten, and I really haven't been sleeping enough at all lately. Hormones all out of wack, feeling like a bitch among other girly traits is very annoying. I should eat flax. Though, the lack of sleep has proven to get some pretty good analogies. Your words are like a puzzle with missing pieces.
I miss having pillow fights and hopefully I'll be able to dance around in logan square's fountain tomorrow-- it'll be a whopping 88 degrees. Senseless for this time of year? Yes. Or maybe water guns will be whipped out. A nice chess game on the cement ledges of Rittenhouse square. There are so many lazy options. The only requirement is to visit Jess Nicholl's casa in North Jersey to rescue her money.

This weekend will hopefully be a doozy seeing as I have taken off tomorrow, my first saturday all to myself in ages.

Been hanging out with people I haven't seen in a while is also nice.




I miss the summertime.