poetry, not-poetry, in between

15 October 2024- 11:11pm on a Tuesday
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Well. Those glasses broke and so did my sanity at this point.

I can’t even bring myself to care that much about the glasses because I’m just drowning in work. I didn’t expect there to be so much that I didn’t know how to do.

It’s okay, I’ll get there. I have to.

Autumn is still lovely but it’s getting colder and I need new tights.

Lots of packages on the way, including some knee high boots, a style of boot which I haven’t owned in years.

The stress of things right now is showing me which art disciplines I can still lose myself in despite the pressure. It’s really just painting, I think. Some photography.

I like ceramics, but not wheel.

Yes, I am overwhelmed. No, I will not take less than five classes next semester.