stand here till i fill all your heart's desires

the days have blended into weeks, permeated by the drone of vacuum cleaners and the smell of bleach solvents. occasional snippets of real life seep in around the edges in the form of a swift bike ride to work, a pizza and cheesecake party, wine, laughter, mad gesticulations and hockey, ninety-six dollars of groceries and grocery related paraphanaelia [and yes, i needed that mop sponge], cats rolling in dirt and a strange lack of music.

there's so many treasures left behind in res.

it's so early and yet so damned late.

my room is an uncomfortable temperature.