nothing but scraps / by Christina Rosalie

Impossibly, I am still awake. Smacking my head into code. Ready, ready, ready for the semester to end. Ready for some time disconnecting from intellectual work and reconnecting with play and this here space. In the meantime: bed, because nothing else makes sense and then tomorrow more work than is possible in less time than is conceivable. Rinse and repeat until Wednesday. Then, no matter what: yoga + dinner with girlfriends and the semester will be more or less complete. Whew.