an opening. a wound.

I'm about to sleep.
Today was a bit of a wierd day. I'm still getting used to the time change, which is always rough in the fall. It's dark at about five thirty, soon it will be dark at five or so. Pitch black night dark. Honestly. It tempts me to wind down much earlier. I didn't leave my building (save to seek out a bottle of wine) after I got home from school.

The best part about summer is being able to loiter outside. It's cheaper than coffeeshops and less claustrophobic than home. Winter is long, and it seems like a long night.

Working on creative pursuits. My cupboards have a strange collage of paper faeries growing on them.