love hate

Today:
I love fog
I hate cramps
I love tea
I hate lack-of-lunch
I love lit homework
I hate being behind in homework
I love ultimate
I hate practice
I love sleeping
I hate fire alarms at three in the morning
I love curling up with tea and a book and getting lost
and I hate that I can't lose myself to that.

Also, I basically fail at life, or at least at keeping myself safe: I have within the past three days given myself four cuts on my hands--from my bike lock (two of them), from the chipped tile by the hook in the shower, and just now I cut myself trying to slice cheese for lunch. I wrapped a paper towel around it and taped it in place. It makes typing difficult.

And I'm sorry for the cryptosity...crypticness... (can one make "cryptic" into a noun?). It isn't some deep dark thing eating away at my soul, I swear. No angst for me. I was just thinking.

ultimate

( long rant. complaints. determination. shit. )