my best friend Pandora

have a hard time keeping my eyes open. have been to the least expressive doctor ever. (does not-being-judgemental require being expressionless?)

my heart is a little bird, but how about my body? i do not believe one can stop thinking about the body. it is so near to the touch, so immediate to the self, it is all we have, the first thing we show... and it is so easy to suggest things and so hard to actually do them.

this entry finds a cheap echo in me. alright, one information to save the day then: mornings are less anxietic.