Monday, May 7, 2012

Dear early early morning,

You and I have gotten to know each other even better in the recent days.  For both work and play.  It's been alright.  I still feel like I have to go to school tomorrow.  I don't; I'm going to the high school tomorrow, but not any classes where I am the student.  It doesn't feel weird yet. maybe, but it will soon. 

These are strange days, and I don't quite know how to fill them.  I slept for most of today, woke up, ate someone else's pancakes and then spent most of the day watching Greek.  At some point I realized I was hungry, but I don't have that much food.  I had some really flaky granola and wanted to eat it but I wasn't sure, so I ate it out of a shot glass.  It was strange but it worked.  My roommate walked into my room, made a little bit of a face, so I had to explain that I was, in fact, eating granola out of a shot glass.  Her response: I just ate two marshmallows. 

These are strange days. 


love,
hannah

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