now i crawl

back from LV this afternoon, five days of a reversed schedule, sleeping all day, up all night, now at school, blinking away the visions. soaking clothes, rain, bagels in bag, dew in bag, scared to think about anything more than hugh grant. iamquitecrushedandheartbroken. words are all the living have and now i'm supposed to WHAT?! schoolworklittleboyfacepeople? nothankyou. fantasies of heart attack on bike from airport bus shelter lions. wal-mart 1am for patio furniture and pudding, back at 5am for sodasmokes, same cashier, sheryl crow in the car. what's wrong? the hour for cookie collapse.