raindrops

i love piano music.

splayed out on the floor

inertia.

a pint of ben and jerry's, a pile of cd's to organize, and a cat that only loves me when i'm eating ice cream. i'm supposed to be unpacking and repacking and organizing my life and calling my dad. instead i am stuffing my face with sugar and willing myself to resist the call of my pillows, trying to seduce me with their fluffy insides so they can lure me into sleep

how do i get started?