I want to create a hole where I can stop time from moving.

Michelle (who I did a poetry colloboration for class with last term)and I got together this afternoon and wrote prose poems. It was really nice. One of the poems we wrote was about crevices. A lot of things can be thought of in terms in crevices.

I felt overwhelmed all day, as if I am outrageously behind in my work, but I'm not, not at all. I'm done with almost everything for the whole week. I just have so many places to be. I will be busy tomorrow from 9:20AM to 9:00PM. I want to lie in bed and think about how much I like everything right now.