Thursday, November 15, 2012

「木」Stealing Honey

It wasn't that I stubbornly resisted information, I simply had no desire to know anything. Even so, I knew things were happening. The world didn't stop. I could feel it in my skin, even sitting alone in my apartment. Though little did it compel me to show interest. It was like a silent breath of air, breezing past me. 
Dance Dance Dance Haruki Murakami, 8.
Crazy citation there.
Stole a bunch of honey and tea from the dining hall. Day 2 of quite sick. It'd be nice to be home right now. It's my puppy's first birthday. Also the birthday of two of my friends.
I've been listening to a lot of new music from my sister. I like her musical taste.
 picture courtesy of my sister.

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