Emmanuel

I'm sitting in/on the Yeager courtyard (i forget the name...Stamps?) Stamps Courtyard is my curren location. I have a toasty blanket around my shoulders and only the sound of distant traffic and the Crickets of Riverside to keep me company. Not to mention the occasional drive-by smile of a Public Safety Officer. It's 10:20pm and I am wide awake. My feet are falling asleep because I am cross-legged. My neck is cranky because i have terrible posture and look more like a ball on a ledge rather than a young lady perched on a ... ledge. Anyways...i love the outdoors. Even though it's smoggy, the air is beautiful tonight. Crispy, and clear, as though the sky had to sneeze out the heat from the last couple of days and now it just feels nice and open. Apologies for the graphic analogy.

I honestly do not even know what to say right now. My mind is going a mile a minute. Run run run. Trip trip trip. Fragments are all i have inside of me right now. Fragments of ideas and pleas and passions. Nothing complete. Nothing solid. Well, i mean...i have solid fragments. But...they are still fragments. Fragmented. Fragmentals. Fragmentation. Fragmentary.

A very large cricket appears to be approaching me with gaining speed. Louder and louder he chirps!

This whole week has been very interesting to me, mostly because of the time i got to spend with my family. I am constantly intrigued by them. I think about them a lot.

I need to go. Ta ta.