so here i sit on the third floor of the university library.  i dont spend nearly as much time here as i should.  it is quiet.  semi distraction free.  i am in the company of people that are cramming, or surfing the web, or studying to make something more of themselves.  and i feel overwhelmed.  overwhelmed by my choice of music and the thoughts that are evading my mind--leaving no room for tomorrows test.  suddenly i feel the urge to cry.  the kind of cry that pays no mind.  but instead, i copy my definitions with dry eyes and a lump in my throat.

ZzZz

I try.  To arise in time to adequately prepare for work.  To make it one day without an afternoon nap.  To stay awake during class, church, or any other sort of learning gathering.  And as I try, I learn that it just doesn't matter because certain things just never change.  Will I forever be a sleepy me?

girl, you were the president of everything. all at once.

Leopard Lub

and so, the blues finally caught up with me.  

thank goodness for Paige.  

willing to arise from her slumber.

to pet my hair and pass me the pink leopard.

hey i just met you.  and you are hairy. not someone who i could marry.