i think my brain has just reached the end of its existence.
in the immortal words of rory from gilmore girls, "i distinctly heard a ping in the back of my brain."
it was there.
too many essays in a concentrated amount of time.
too much to think about.
life. work. school. pride and prejudice. looking-glass. life. joie de vivre. essays. art. life. powerade. pancakes. life. scales (not the weight kind). phone calls. life. patience. oh, and did i mention
life? the word looks foreign to me now, because i've spelled it a lot and stared at it for a while.
so, fare thee well, brain. you've served me devotedly for 20 plus years.
i wish you the best.
actually, no, i don't. because without you i'm going to be sitting in this blue chair, at my desk, in my room with audrey hepburn pictures and a bing crosby one somewhere in there for the rest. of. my. existence.
not moving. because without you, i can't move.
stupid brain. why'd you have to give up on me?