my god. if i didn't have two essays due and two finals on monday, i'd sit here and write stories about how i love las vegas but hate being thought of as a shoe bomber at the airport, how i hate america west airlines and when the government mistakenly thinks i'm deceased and when the library nazi won't let me take coffee upstairs to study and when people close to me hurt. THAT is what i would write about, if i didn't have a semester of contemporary metaethics to read and understand, three greek tragedies to compare and contrast, and about a hundred and fifty years of history of the american south to commit to memory. but this will be my reminder when i return, hopefully reasonably unscathed, from finals week.
*kisses
*kisses