Facade

For both poetry and film, this is the last week of lectures. That means that I'm only missing one class next Monday. My other Monday class ends next week. That means so far I have no class on Monday the last week of lectures. I hope this sort of thing continues.

I went down to check my mail at 3 and the mean woman down there said that they hadn't brought the post yet. I asked her when it usually comes in and she said she didn't know, whenever they get around to it. Whenever they get around to it? What the hell.

Here's something from the margins of my notebook for poetry class:
Six times today.
7:14, 7:48, 10:49, 3 last hour.
What do I do?
Text. Sarcasm, softly leave me alone.

That's right next to "she can't stop walking around She speaks very well" and "Celtic Tiger".

I might sleep all day tomorrow 'cause I'm not going to be able to tonight.