will you give me all the speed I lack

[levity]

Ate dinner at Ping Mang with Allison and Orven for the second time in a week. Their rice toppings are good and their cold tea is a godsend and I have headphones and highlighters and Invisible Cities, still unfinished, resting on top of my transes. This past week I have been religiously attending TRP chorale practices and halfheartedly taking notes during lectures and sleeping past midnight in the name of an exam the next week and waging war on my cough via consuming copious amounts of tea and remembering to eat three meals a day and singing singing singing. I have long since throughly exhausted- and I suppose Allison has long since been exhausted of- my extremely limited repertoire. I'm running down the railway track/Will you help me? Police on my back. I get my back into my living. War, terror, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away. It's the terror of knowing what this world is about. Our song is lovely but the last thing you want to do after singing one piece fifty times in a row leaning against a wall in the SSWC is walk home singing the exact same thing. I'd be calling this whole routine relaxing if it weren't for the feeling that I'm off somewhere else watching this thing go through the motions and laugh easily and generally do an okay job of being the perfect med student, waiting to reclaim my life, no matter how much worse I'd be at it.