My eyes feel dry and heavier than usual;
coffee didn't do too much for me today.

I haven't seen my roommate in a few hours,
so I'm sitting in the dark waiting for sleep to come.

The mini fridge below my lofted bed
sounds like an alien spaceship.
It's strangely soothing, though.

I left the **** window open
and now I'm freezing my *** off,
but the crisp air has a nice smell.

Someone on the third floor is running around
and laughing like an obnoxious twelve year old girl,
which makes me wonder -
when was the last time I laughed that hard?

The mini fridge stopped running,
and my roommate has returned.

Monday is almost over.






*CVT