Back at Brown. Snow: a foot deep; pure white. Heat? None.
I am jetlagged. I have things to do.
Things to do:
1. Buy books
2. Print poems
3. Finish packing
4. File concentration
5. Contact Wessel
6. What else? What else?
It is cold without heat in my dorm. There are limits, Abigail, and it's time to start cleaning the room.
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Beautiful moment:
I was walking to Au Bon Pain for Brunch today, and the sun was shining brightly such that the icicles were starting to melt; you could hear the dripping noise of water on snow. I crossed the street, and carefully spread my arms for balance in the slush and ice. A man going around a snowbank looked at me; I smiled. He said, Be careful! smiling back. I went to ABP and got a Caprese sandwich, and
I have no idea what I am talking about.