Little Black Dot

i am homesick for july.
i am getting no work done.
the poem i'm trying to edit is the most alienating in the batch.
i wonder what substitute steve will say about this tuesday.
and if i read one more page of my art history text book i will almost certainly lose my faculty of language.
kapoof.

i know i know
whine whine whine.
the tiny violins.

but it really says something about something when the only work i'm actually doing this early in the semester is for bh.