Everything is one big ole mess of busy days. But it's lovely. And it twinges just right every so often. Cooking curry with Laura and being able to be friends with someone long enough that not even holding hands for an extended period of time--like through an episode of Arrow, for instance--does nothing but feel as comfortable as wearing the hats my grandma crochets for Christmas.
Here's all I got, written in the margins of my lecture notebooks:
Southern Lit, 2/3/14:
wolf girl is unable to
locate the heat, unable
to grip her beloveds;
it's been too long since
the forest. she can't
remember how to
scout for tracks.
.
French, 2/7/14:
wo