last night would have been spent puffing on a candle, desperate to extinguish it, but as it turns out, thats not what happened. hannah came to take symon away, & in the mean-time we all got a little bit "drunk." i also kind of sucked at pool games: i couldn't swim in a straight line or avoid the shark!
shit, what am i doing. i need to figure how to live my fucking life for the next month without taking a paint spackler to my eyes & going all oedipus. the porcelin shards of my usual day to day are all about this recent ice desert. i just have to try to keep in mind what i'm fighting for, & remind myself that beauracrats do not have super powers.