It feels like I’m squeezing my whole life into the 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. time block. and weekends. Or at least my favorite parts of it, and it is sort of exhausting. I wish for more daylight hours to get things done. I wish almost as hard for nothing to do. I wish for an early bedtime and for an hour to read a book I want to read.
My birthday is soon. I’m going to buy a lemon tree.
I want to kiss my boyfriend in at least three more states before he leaves for India next month.
I want to get all A’s for the first summer semester.
I want a hair cut.
Maybe Maybe Maybe just wishing the day away in an office