Daysleeper

She just fell asleep, with her glasses slipped into the greasy enclaves above her nostrils, and mouth propped open. At her desk because the Writing Texts essay is beyond dull. William Faulkner, on the other hand; fascinating. Not so much difficult as oddly phrased, and it doesn't have that exhausting drag to it like most 'difficult' things the idiot reads.

She swam again this morning, 40 lengths. It used to be 25 but then Emily and Steph came bounding in one evening boasting 40 and the competitive lurch lurched. I think, though, this could be why Writing Texts seems even more insurmountable than it did yesterday; she is tired from publicly drowning for an hour.

We're going to see Wilde tonight, and it's free because it's LGBT week.

Tara (raboombieyay),

Consette x