the night is wasting away. my tea is taking too long to steep, and my cats have made themselves busy frolicking around the house. i don’t see myself sleeping because its so hot outside. 80 degrees. i want to go on a bike ride, but i have no one to join me, so i’ll stay in, work on my paper, read a bit of thoreau, and keep myself preoccupied. i’m off to cambridge for the weekend- so we’ll see if i come back in one piece.