archernu

I've become enveloped by a thick mental haze this week. No matter what I want to say I keep tripping over my tongue, or I find myself inable to transition from thought to speech at all. I've lost almost all sense of time, and, though I should be packing, I don't know what to do with myself. Insomnia has returned, too. When I do sleep through the night my dreams are disturbing and recurring. Sense tells me that all of these things are connected to Northeastern's graduation on Saturday, the ceremony that I am not a part of because I'm not graduating yet. Next week's general tenor will tell me if sense is correct.

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Last week's high point was an unexpected phone call from a friend. I felt that I was mis-firing for the duration--such that I'm surprised she stayed on the line as long as she did--but I enjoyed the conversation very much. I live for conversations with friends.

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I had a cheeseburger, fries, and a Maudite for lunch at Bukowski's. Three cheers for three simple pleasures.

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Sorry for being so staccato today.