drunk with flour

allow me to provide my perspective on the point at which i now find myself through a simple description of what my room looks like.

one pile of dirty laundry. one pile of clean laundry on the dresser that hast been hung up for two weeks. a backpack and two other bags in random spots on the floor on top of two belts. more paper on top of the bed than anything else. three keyboards, two screens, six browser windows open, puscifer on repeat, eating peanut butter out of the jar, five empty glasses, one plate, an assortment of post-its under the keyboards, keyboards under five separate printed articles on mass transit expansion, blinds closed, one chair, 700 words to go before the next assignment gets considered.

drunk with flour