playground

my joints are aching from yesterday's shit.

i thought i had lost my mechanical pencil forever. but i found it again, after two weeks. anyway, it wasn't mine - i picked it up a long time ago. it's as though everything that you lose can be found again, just as it is. syo ended slightly early today because mr lim was going to attend the wedding of this alumni trumpeter by the name of isaac. the bride's an alumni violist.

it's a crimson sky today. i fear the day someone tells me you're getting married too.