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I like not sleeping sometimes. There is something monastic about being awake for longer than is comfortable. And the day seems so much fuller when you start it early. I stayed up fairly late and impromptu slept over with Anna last night. She woke me up at eight so she could get to work. Instead of going back to bed I went ahead and took a shower and just started my day. The water is softer here...I think. And I smell just a little bit like licorice because I used my little sister's body wash. Who knew that orchids smelled like licorice?

But it's good to be in Savannah. Charlie-cat sat in my lap and let me brush him for a while. If you've never seen Charlie let me assure you that he is the most monstrous animal you have ever not seen. It's like having a bobcat on your lap when he graces you with his presence... I should post some pictures.  

I think I'm going to wander down to the river later and write some poetry for class. It's not everyday you get to write poetry by Moon River. ...okay so it's not actually Moon River, but I like to think they're cousins or something. It's all the same water right? But I'm supposed to write in blank verse-- unrhymed iambic pentameter. It's too calm for me. I like to write poetry from a place of urgency. It doesn't usually take me very long to write a poem, at least not at first. Blank verse makes you slow down. Maybe that's a good thing, and it's definitely something I could get used to. But for now it's weird, like walking along with someone who has an uncomfortably slow gait.