- A 1/4 of the way done with graduate school.
- The floor is covered in cookie crumbs. My dorm room windows are foggy.
- The Bay Area is cold and understands an inkling of winter: forty-two degrees this morning and I shivered in my blankets before remembering I had a thermostat. Temperature regulator.
- Jesus is on my bookshelf. He watches me sleep and sometimes it is comforting and sometimes I am afraid because he Knows. Whatever it is that I am always hiding. And I never know what I am hiding, for.
- It is easier to write when I am thinking. Today I am not because my fingers are cold.
- I want to live in the city. I want to live in the sometimes sun. I like our friends in the city. They are warm and memory and feel bless-ed ages even though it's only been since August. September. January. My life will be young when I am old.
- I said our because you are my home.
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