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I have so much work to do (and I am surprisingly--doing it, *gasp*) but allI want to do is sit in my bed and feel small. I like to take up as little space as possible with my body but I aspire to take up entire country-sized portions of the air floating about my head with my thoughts. My life is like a comic book cell except my thought bubble takes up 75% of the space and I am left with a roomy 25%.
I think I want to draw that but I know that my professors would rather have me memorize poetry and write gargantuan papers...I will have to settle for these clandestine moments that I can sit and sneak a moment for myself and my giant brain. I want to draw a picture of my giant brain floating 3/16" above my skull...I wonder what it would look like. I am not on drugs I swear--unless Khaela Maricich is a drug...

Sundays are meant to be spent in bed like this. I feel as if even capitalization is inappropriate on Sundays. It's too loud...too abrasive for a sunday. so i will stop it because it is upsetting my flow and my day. mondays are for capitalization but sunday is different.