zzzzzzzzzzz

i spent the two or three hours before i could sleep last night lying in bed and beating myself up for not calling mo back sooner. or remembering everything i could about the couple times we hung out. or trying to exactly sequence and explain the events in what has lately been a relatively screwed up love life.

and then i fell asleep and had a really strange dream about psats and the castilleja bookstore.

thanks to which i'm now craving cinnamon mentos and chai.