Beaut' day Don't ye think?

I am staying away from you today. I woke up today alone. This is such a wretched little room. The temperature is always sub-par and the disease in the air has been enough to make me immune to even your sickness. I'm not angry, I promise. Out of the 24 hours during each day I see my roommate at least .02 % of it-- in b&w in the early morning after the blasts of his double chucking alarm clock and through a half-slit right eye while the hours fall closer to my egg crate matress. I'm not angry, just ask. My day will be spent at the library, slaving over endosperm and the work of a senile old chemisty professor. Lovely day. About 63. Jacket Just-in-case weather. Let's dance.


I promise.