wednesday morning

it's a boring wednesday morning. no class, thankfully. i need a break, even if we haven't done anything remotely backbreaking or eyebags-inducing. well, not yet anyway.

a sudden burst of rain, then a bright ray of sunshine. i'm getting used to all these strange weather patterns.

my hand reeks of animal fat, mixed with tomato sauce, basil leaves, oregano, cheese, onions, cabbage. yup, I’m having a burrito at 9 in the morning.

right now, I don’t want to think. I don’t want to think of anything that’s been happening to me these past few days. I don’t want to think of the mindless conversations I have with myself just before I go to sleep every night. [I talk to myself, so what? don’t you?]

tomato sauce is spilling on the keyboard. shit, got to wipe this off. now it’s spilling on my shorts.

I think of conversations of past, of resolutions made, of conflicts resolved, of questions both answered and unanswered. No, I don’t want to think about them. Can’t I give myself a little downtime?