I’ve had so many small stories from the past few days floating around, but each time one is ready to escape out of my head and onto here it is replaced with the next one and the next one successively, which has just resulted in silence. I’ve now missed talking about my overlong Monday with my turn at being the lead singer of the female a cappella group & quirky conversations with Selina, a study-mad Tuesday morning that was (as usual) too much preparation for a simple test, and my typical Tuesday of communication from which i usually bring some new axiom or theory to test out on you. All down the drain. All i’ve got left is another dream… walking barefoot from 22nd and Passyunk back to school and winding up in some strange city other than Philadelphia but with all the same people.
Being the last week to drop classes, this also happens to be midterm week. I have one every day; three more to go. Does that explain it a little better?