starfrosting | space heater

Last night I slept so long and hard that I woke up extra-cowlicky and dazed, still spacey in that unstructured day way. I'm waitin' for Ikea to come deliver Taylor's extravagant Christmas present, got my firm sourdough starter a'risin' on the kitchen table and an uncracked copy of The New Organon at my right. I don't know how I'm going to write a critical interpretation of a book I only half read, but I'm gonna have to figure it out soon. Too bad my brain doesn't even feel awake yet, after three hours of being vertical.