I am exhausted. I feel like I have climbed a mile of these steps. The humid haze wears me out. Our school has no air conditioning, and the classrooms are sweatboxes. Luckily I only have to teach for an hour or so tomorrow.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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