the fort

this exam week, i am taking residence in my fort. who says peace and joy can't pervade the most dreaded week of the month?


exam week: the week where all your worst nightmares of life failure and life-long undiagnosed tetralogy of fallot are your closest companions; the week when all of your hours on the stairmaster fall victim to chick-fil-a and the downstairs snack machine; that dreaded week when your risk of deep vein thrombosis exponentially rises and your exposure to sunlight is null.

i refuse to accept this. i will take haven in my fort until the storm passes. this cardiology module, instead of wasting time in the library on facebook and urbanoutfitters.com, i will pass the time takeing emo pictures of my string lights, and then subsequently edit them in iphoto.


i will make myself hot chocolate every 1/2 hour and pretend it's not actually 80 degrees outside. i will watch the puppy cam without shame.

if need you me, you can find me at:
meg's childhood regression fort that is accidentally overtly sexual
spare room of The Ranch
south of the string lights and paper snowflakes
atop multiple pillows
underneath t-shirt quilt

if you get lost, you can ask missy's stuffed bevo for the girl listening to offensively loud music, most likely asleep in the corner of the fort. he'll point you in the right direction.