tamrunsfree

Upstairs. It's in the bathroom. Hell, it's in the tub. I know, right? ---- how am I going to keep clean now? ... I think the remaining ice in my cup moved just now. By itself. It was trippy. asdfhjljlkjdjschool. I just wanna get out. Ack. I just realized why I was cold. My sleeves were rolled up. From when I was dancing. Damn, I'm still cold.  I think the sleeves are cold. I spilled gesso on them today. That white stuff. On my black sleeves. It's not nearly as worrisome as the spider. aaaaaaaahschool. There I go again. Poetry.Now. Damn. I don't know if I can do it. I know I should do it. Eh. I can do it. This is egomania?

 Totally doing it. The paper. Victory will be mine. It's been a...nearly eight hour battle, today. On going. ...but I will prevail.

To update, or not to update... The chances of my current level of sanity (already debatable. They have teams. You should go check it out) dropping with every recitation of that line are, as we like to say in the world of calculus, without limit. (LIMITS. HA.        ........do you get it?      cuz.           There's nothing to get. HA) Limits backwards spells 'stimil'. Which, while I don't think it's a word, sounds really incredibly nasty. Like the name Sybill, or something. (I don't really have anything against that name. Well. Maybe a bit.) Anyway, je suis ce que je suis-----and I am Hamlet. But anybody reading this probably knows that