oh dear. it has reached the part of the night where it seems like a great idea to buy a typewriter on etsy. impulse buys are not a good thing.
plot twist: I go to sleep without sleep meds.
just nerdy book things but…
ahahahaha. transfer apps. ahahahaha. ha. ha.
why am I doing this again?
Or; how Calla freaks the fuck out on the daily and on this night, in particular
I hadn’t realized this before but there are very distinct strains of Heidegger throughout The Little Prince. I don’t know what I love more.
I’m sitting here, reading the chapter of Walden entitled “Brute Neighbors,” and my ipod shuffled to the Alex Winston song “fire ant” and I wish there was someone I knew who would think this was as hilariously ironic as it is. Like, help me, I’m giggling alone in a coffee shop over HD Thoreau and I can’t stop.
I just feel sad