a day

Finished my last paper. the desk is still piled over a foot high in books and the occasional Ganja ash. I am entertaining my professor and some others tonight. My townhouse, as usual, is trashed, well maybe not trashed but I must tidy up. Ones own life is a refuge of sorts for the lucky. Pollen fills the air; pecan and the much hated and quite toxic ligustrum. feeling a level of unshakability, for lack of a better word, though my sinuses differ. I suppose without school, I will be blogging more to hash out my issues with various issues.