days are filling up with tinfoil-hopes & ice-skating promises of mulled wine. i dressed up like a cyborg for our feminist conference; my professor is going to help me get published. there are reunions happening all over the place, & i have a little bit of springtime in the bright mid-winter.
headlines: i bought a heart-shaped hot water bottle, i thought after today i would never be warm again; meghan & i may be the only people to have defeated the bazaar de hotel de ville; i went figure skating; i peel pomegranates voraciously.
i have a lot to say, an awful lot to say, but no words, right now, to say it.
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