She stopped by my room and asked how i was doing. "Eh," i said, explaining that i'd woken up sick. "That's 'eh' indeed. You need a hug." Yay for good hugs. She had to go help Jane with something, but she said she'd be back later and veg some with me. Earlier i was thinking i wanted to just curl up with someone. Also, i'm torn between wanting to complain to people about how differences in political opinion make for rocky friendships sometimes, but at the same time i don't wanna talk about the issue at all. Sigh. We shall see.
And she has a red t-shirt that says KNOWLEDGE in like Moulin Rouge print. I want one.
we get a little further from perfection each year on the road i guess that's what they call character i guess that's just the way it goes better to be dusty than polished like some store window mannequin why don't you touch me where i'm rusty let me stain your hands