Procrastination at its finest, ladies and gentlemen. It is truly the small things in life that keep me happy: watching Sebastian swim around in his new gigantic tank. In the grand scheme of things, a mini albino frog and his water tank with a little mermaid placed inside is minuscule on the financial and entertainment value scale. But nothing makes me happier late at night when I am lonely here in upstate New York, than to watch him swim around...hitting the walls of the tank, swimming upside down with his lumbar spine bending his body to ridiculous hyperextension, and his strange technique of swimming sideways. His little feet curl up when he swims forward and he freezes in the most awkward and comical poses. I could not have asked for a more hyperactive, entertaining, personality-loaded frog in such a pint sized package. I owe it to John, though. Because Sebastian would have been stuck in his tiny tank until Christmas, when I could possibly afford a larger one (so thanks for the early gift!). Now I can sit on my bed with a hot cup of cinnamon apple tea and watch him swim laps around his home.
He's my little guy and we're going to get through my senior year together.
To my right is my laundry..clean and freshly folded. Not put away, however. Just neat in its basket. Do I want to get up and put it away? No. I wonder if Sebastian is lonely, but I think he may not notice. I might just be projecting, since I wish I was not so alone. I would like to curl up and recharge my batteries. The most kinesthetic comfort I'll receive until Thanksgiving is my claypack (yay). My back is completely bruised from First Friday.. but the performance was well worth it (Rochestercontemporary.org). Having so many wonderful artists and supporters there that evening was comforting. The feel of the hardwood under my feet and the buzz of newcomers down the hall felt familiar. It felt, right.
My hair smells great and it's soft and my sweapants are fuzzy and my eyes are heavy. I am crashing when I finish this so I can make it to breakfast in the morning so I can make myself a lovely coffee Well, I meant waffle, but coffee too. Guess I am tired. I've talked to him, now I can sleep comfortably. Kate is still at the theatre, I am not jealous. My tongue hurts, and I think it is because I am still allergic to artificial cinnamon (which is lame).
Off to dreaming, hopefully I will have something fun to record!

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