My brain is spoiled milk, sloshing between ringing ears. It’s too early but it’s one in the afternoon. I missed the invite to breakfast. I’m still in my clothes and I taste alcohol on the back of my unbrushed teeth. I think this means it was a good night. Two painkillers kill any probable headache brewing in the base of my skull, prepping me for a weekend I’ve promised to sacrifice to the gods of good student behavior.
Yesterday I literally lifted two middle fingers to said gods and did everything I wasn’t supposed to do when one has a presentation to prepare for. This included a lunch at the north campus café, joining Shu to help Paula move into a new apartment, tossing the football around on South Quad with Shu and the French guys, attending a Turkish dinner coordinated by Lokman, gathering with friends at the overlook, adventuring in Taksim, and coming back to campus to watch the sunrise half-asleep on a stone wall in the park, looking to Asia like it was about to tell us something special.
(stole this photo from Kelsey)
Anyway, the gods of good student behavior are raging.
The sacrifice of free time must be made and it must be made now.
