Here’s how I spin it.

When I “waste” a day, staring out my living room window in a bathrobe with no pants on whilst sharpening my el capitaine stalkero skills, when I sleep until 2pm and dream about giving birth to swirly mixed babies that love their father more than me, and when I frolick the campus at 3am in a drizzle despite the irrevocable damage to my hair to the point where ‘do begets dew, I realize that no one has to tell me that I am ridiculous. Oh, honey. I know.

This is will all become inspiration for something… someday.

I think.

Okay. Maybe not this ridiculous.