the accident is about to start

So I think I had a dream last night where the replacement of my old bookbag with a near-identical one with reinforced straps was perhaps about re-embodiment-- my knapsack, my self.

I'm excited about buying a nice outfit for the wedding that's suddenly only a month away, but the shopping experience is gonna be a fucken nightmare. (Read: I like clothes, but don't know what to wear.) Thank G-d that Bryan-Kim is coming with me.

And now, to read some more Baudelaire, or at least some Symbolic Logic readings, or at least write a letter...