12-17-07 - “Squaaaare eyes. Turn the oth-eh way. I don’ wanna see. Ya criy-y-y.”

Played too much “Halo” again last night, and I finally understand the appeal. It’s like starring in your very own action film.

I still haven’t taken the air-conditioner out of the window from this past summer, and the duct-taped board I used to block the outside air from getting in has pushed half-way out of the sill. The wind comes in cold around the board right above where I sleep, snaking down onto my smiling face as I sleep all snug and warm beneath my comforter.