Tuesday, March 23, 2010
blood on the dancefloor

brain noodle soup for dinner, and a heart for supper. last night, i fell asleep briefly while hw and i were having the talk. so sentimental. anyway, school has been a blur - i still can't tell napoleon from ghandi, nor table from tv in japanese. when you walk into class still tasting leftover toothpaste and your hair is a ball of mangled straw - it's called sleepwalking.
tried to hunch; 3:08 PM