foregoing the use of either desk and either bed in my room because fuck you all the floor is my desk now because it is large and grand and can hold many things
eating granola as a way to keep my hands busy while I think
listening to music with that turntable site
which turned into
being surprised between Sufjan Stevens and Fun. with a sample from the large amount of Nigel-Thornberried pop songs I reblogged that fateful summer night I sat on my bed at 1 am crying laughing into my pillow
alarming at this hour, tbh
leg drums leg drums my legs are drums
occasionally remembering I’m supposed to be working