Both my roommate and I are currently suffering from a bit of post-drinking delirium. I wanted to write something (new laptop!) before I have to leave for work, but I keep drifting back to the kitchen, where she's eating some kind of microwaved fish and giggling at this week's Onion. It's a little rough trying to take anything seriously right now. For example, here is a bicycle that started living in our house about a week ago:
It's so cartoonish. I have no idea where it came from.
She asked me if it's spring yet. I have decided that it is. The windows in my room have been open for the past twenty-four hours, the gross snow has finally melted into mud puddles full of cigarette butts and other detritus, and the trees across the street, though looking a little worse for wear, are covered in moss. It's green. I find myself becoming one of those Midwesterners who can't stop talking about the weather.
