| The leaves have all fallen on 11th St, giving me a view of the cars running along the top of the hill. They're so small as they trace the horizon and die into the gridded windows at GSP/Corbin. Frasier's at the other end of the hill, and the flags are lit up and waving. Campus calls for me whenever I lumber out the window for that last cigarette before leaving home.
It feels so good to really get shit done.
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Sarah's playing the harp right now. She doesn't mind restacking your dishes or using mousetraps. I really, really, really like having her as a housemate.
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| I quit sleeping at night. It's much better for working, for the day is too inviting. I much prefer the cold of a studio with shut-off heat and no bodies around.
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