welp

the thing you have to understand about me is that I schedule my drinking and I don’t like drinking in crowded bars

so I had a little time to kill this afternoon and I decided to spend it in the City Grocery bar which has a balcony that overlooks the square

normally this is prime real estate but at 4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon the week after the end of the semester it was deserted

and the City Grocery bar is one of the few in this town that you can comfortably read in

so it was me and a double Knob Creek, neat, and Game of Thrones

and it was like the best adult treehouse ever

I put my feet on the furniture and everything

and now I’m wandering around the library in an effort to check out some Roland Barthes because I swear to fucking god that the death of the author applies just as much to music as it does to literature and apparently this is a thing that is going to have to come into play with my thesis

and everything is sparkly and easy and silent and I feel so benevolent and yet at the same time miniscule

and I think this is what being in grad school is supposed to feel like???

oh, corn liquor, you are not my only friend but you are certainly my bestie