The computer I stare at is pretty much the same as the one I was using a few days ago, while sitting on my sofa at school. I'm still working on my manuscript, something similar to the one I saw on this computer about a week ago.
The bathroom floor beneath my feet is a cool green tile, not a far cry from the greenish linoleum in the bathrooms outside my room... though my bare feet never got the pleasure of feeling that floor; they always rested upon a pair of pink floral flip flops (so maybe they're really different the more I think about it).
The glass bottle of Burt's Bees Garden Tomato Tonic that sits atop my bathroom counter is still the same as the one that was sitting on my bookcase. It's still next to the bag of organic cotton balls I was conned into buying, since it was the only type they had at Whole Foods. The top is just as red as it was before, maybe more red now that it's not lit by fluorescent bulbs.
The array of clothing that sat in my closet now hangs upon a newly constructed rack (courtesy of Ikea), pretty much in the same order I remember seeing it in, in that white wooden box in the middle of my room. Now it's exposed, on a dark metal bar. That little build-it-yourself project made me wonder why I wasn't a mechanical engineer or something, I could have been good at this kind of thing after all, look at me build this rack so efficiently, up until I realize that I've managed to switch the orientation of the vertical bars and have to undo the screws, rotate, and redo. Yay for Human Biology.
The ticking of a clock sounds the same as the sound made by my little yellow bobbly head guy, except this is at night, and there's not enough light present to make my guy's head go side to side.
My mind wanders. Refocus time, then bed time.
Good night, world.
Question: when does Facebook change my Stanford '10 status to Stanford Alum '10?
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