it's close to freezing in here. pennsylvania swirls outside my window. the sky is that sort of bruised purple white perriwinkle starry gray that means snow. how much? not enough to cancel the philosophy test tomorrow...

i'm humming a tune in my head that's never been sung before, except perhaps by r.e.m. (i've just realized that what i thought was my own imagination is in fact 'man in the moon.' what a thrilling and bizarre letdown.)

i don't know if i'm up for the trek to dinner...