eh umuulan

saturday.

i woke up, i hated it.

its too cold and too early for what i intended. my head hurts from reading too much old english (the scarlet letter by nathaniel hawthorne)the night before although i am thoroughly enjoying the book. i hear screaming from the outside of my door like every single damn morning of my life since i started living in that room.

a jumpstart for the day, indeed.

eh umuulan.

it's suddenly not so bad!