currently listening to: "i heard her call my name" by the velvet underground
i've made my valiant return to school. my roommate's stuffed the fridge so full of beer i could barely fit anything of my own in. it's all right, though. i don't think she noticed how i failed to unplug anything when i left last week. i didn't think i locked the door, either. aaagh. but everything's fine now.
i should go work on my history test, but first, i found today the singular phrase that defines my life: "l’esprit de l’escalier". mmmmmhmm.