My partner for a peer review in my writing class was an older woman who wrote her paper on getting back 100 extra dollars from a grocer during a time of poverty in her life, and having to return it. She told me I should swear less in my paper and be less self deprecating, but it was hard to give me too many more critiques because my paper was so good. I liked her a lot.
I got eight hours of sleep, nothing can stop me.
I think there’s something evil going on around me- the woman on the bus was breaking down and talking about how we would all die once we crossed the bridge and how nice it will be to explore the graveyard, all of us together; I don’t know how to help.
I’m too tired to be standing here watching this show and I’m too pedestrian to understand experimental music, but Godspeed! You Black Emperor has beautiful strings and it’s good to get out into the city I live in.