My calendar says school in one hour and I am hoping the rain outside the window will shut up before I have to go out in it.
Mills College is a black hole.
There are many dark haired lesbians and sideways artists with half-goatees. One man is lanky and towers over me like the crooked man who walked a crooked mile. I like to poke their papers with my fingertips and watch their words bleed into my skin. I wonder if he has a crooked cat.
In the hallway, I trapped a spider in a tupperware. It is an unhappy, fuzzy bug. I will free him later this evening.
Still raining and I've left my umbrella in the car.
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