the mercy seat.

people: can’t live with them, can’t forcibly harvest their organs.

I booked a trip to Chicago today, for the end of my semester gift to myself. I would be the first person on Earth to tell you that I did not particularly enjoy my time there: it’s expensive, mean, and there are two seasons (OMG hot and OMG-I’m-dying cold). Still, I made some very good friends during my time there, and I miss them, especially since home turned out to be such a heartwrenching bust for me this time around. Beth and Steve Smoker are solid people, and I miss them like ———-this———- much.

I know that doesn’t look like a lot, but in terms of emotion?

I had more Thai food today, which made me smile wide.

I had a good LOL about the fact that I’ve been, essentially, writing about the same three subjects since I was sixteen. The words have gotten more complex, but the emotion hasn’t, I suppose. I wonder if I am comfortable with this fact. For some people, things change at the blink of an eye. My life, for better or worse, kind of moves at a snail’s pace.