sunflowers, at the end of the world

things tend to happen in streaks, don’t they? i slept in, woke up with this wonderful energy, put some extra effort in my appearance. then: felt the horrible weather suck out all said energy, watched the horrible weather deem my extra grooming completely useless, questioned why i ever said i ever liked the rain ever, stepped into a puddle (more like a goddamn ocean actually), lost a small poem i wrote on a small piece of paper thanks to a gigantic wind, became blinded by foggy glasses, literally (no i mean literally) ran into n of all people as a result of fogged glasses, and noticed i forgot to change the title of my essay to something other than “al;sfjldskflasdf essay title lol” after my professor already tucked them away. tuesdays are not my thing.

but i’m glad that i’m home now, where it’s warm, where the aroma of freshly cooked rice tells me that maybe today wasn’t too a bad a day after all. wednesday and thursday mean murder, but i have to survive because, well, friday means sushi.