Well, what's the prize?

School's about to start and I've started to make lists again. I'm full of lists of things to do. I'm a frequent receiver of anxiety attacks and lists always stave them off. I feel like Harry, reciting the seven horcruxes in his head, "...the snake, the sword, the cup...", that sort of thing.

Ilovelove:

Wendy's frosty and fries.

Dallas and her sexy new jeep.

Nighttime phone calls.

My gradually increasing shoe collection.

New "Free Winona" vintage t-shirts.

Chinese dictator watches with waving hands.

The pile of books by my bed.

Sundays waiting for me to hike in them.

I've gotta go, get focused and shit.