starfrosting | the untimely

Well well well, I'm not allowed to be worried so I made a list on the train after writing Mark-Ameen style in my notebook inspired by the book of his poems I'd stolen from the Pink Pony. I stayed in the city entirely too long by some form of measurements and now I'm back at Vassar for today, tomorrow, and a wee sliver of Thursday. In that little morceau of time I need to: make amends for being a flake, write an essay in French, take a practice GRE test, finish this first section of my thesis, etc. Everything is, emphatically, fine. Maybe a little more coffee would help things along.

Now I need to scurry along and rustle something up about de Maupassant so's I can act as though I have a draft going.