my mind is filled with silvery stars
i spent more time today walking aimlessly around for no real purpose than normal.
i also said 'out of her gourd' and 'shiznit' in my discussion group while talking about renaissance feminism and laura certea. i'm secretly wondering if the professors are forewarned about me, you know, being told 'yeah, she's the crazy one who keeps food in her pockets and calls it manna' and the like.
randomly, i might have a toronto transit adventure on thursday which will involve taking the subway over the bloor street viaduct. even thinking about it gives me goosebumps. after reading 'in the skin of a lion' it can never ever be the same.
it smells like trees returning to normal outside again.
i imagine that if potential had a smell this would be it.