I ate too much baclava at lunch. I want to turn baclava into a verb. I baclavad.

Postsecret is at Knox tonight. They are making it Knox-students only, which is dumb, also interesting. How does someone get up and share a secret in front of their peers? I will not be sharing a secret. I would if I had something to say, but I don't. I leave everything I think all over the place. It's a mess.

My poems were workshopped last night and narcissism came up as a topic.