: Friday the 13th. Don’t ask for my opinion, then tell me I’m wrong. School lunch: A heart-shaped croquette that, with sauce, tastes like a cinnamon donut. Heart-shaped carrots. Two hour meeting after lunch about the following year which is less than 2 months away. I keep my red pen stitching through workbooks, circling and correcting. I could sleep forever on this train. One of the books arrived; Poet Be Like God. Read on the bedroom floor with the new Cranes album. Give myself a bath, read The White Tiger with the Cocteau Twins.Friday, February 13, 2009
Vessel Log: 2009 02 13
: Friday the 13th. Don’t ask for my opinion, then tell me I’m wrong. School lunch: A heart-shaped croquette that, with sauce, tastes like a cinnamon donut. Heart-shaped carrots. Two hour meeting after lunch about the following year which is less than 2 months away. I keep my red pen stitching through workbooks, circling and correcting. I could sleep forever on this train. One of the books arrived; Poet Be Like God. Read on the bedroom floor with the new Cranes album. Give myself a bath, read The White Tiger with the Cocteau Twins.
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