i should make horror movies. i know exactly what to do. having lived near-20 years as a jumpy and over-imaginative nervous female is excellent preparation. what's scariest, just as what's funniest, is incongruity. what you don't expect: the face behind yours in the mirror. the figure in the chair in the corner. the unsmiling child. men in bear suits. men in bunny suits. in a pinch just men will do. especially in alleys.

i burst out of a nightmare at 3:45 this morning. as i watched the blue outside my window grow more and more vivid, to a soundtrack of birdsong, three notes on repeat, i reflected that i've never noticed sunrise or -set in this country. why is that? smilla kept me company for a long hour before i could finally drift off again, til 8:30 -- time to drag myself back to DIS and finish this paper. joy of joys, it's done, and i have a whole day of stresslessness to enjoy.

also: a reminder of why i love my skool after all. matt rubin, the spokesperson of the fascists, incidentally, is our dearly-beloved student body president, and a personal friend. i wrote one of my favorite poems with him on my lap and he gave me the only compliment i've ever had to look up in the dictionary. all hail, ruby.