Blueberry Coffee

Today is the last day of classes for the rest of Wellesley's 2015 class. It's also the day my psychiatrist doubled the dosage of my second medication.

Jack and I went to the reservoir and got lost. Have you ever read Ray Bradbury's stories? I remember the rooms he described, four walls and a ceiling turned to displays of wild places. Surround television. That is what being lost in the woods is like: a tiny box painted all over in claustrophobic colors.

I had blueberry coffee for one of the first times in a while. It's better than it sounds. I could get poetic and talk about two disparate flavors come together to achieve a surprising harmony, but I'm not in the mood. I don't know what I feel, or what there is to feel, or what I should feel. Most of today was spent napping: that combined with everything else has given everything about today a dreamlike quality. It can't be May. When did it become May?

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