hours until bedtime
My roommate, freshman year of college, slept a lot. She was a bit nocturnal. I sort of looked down on her sometimes for sleeping the way she did. It seemed like a miserable life; to sleep until 5 p.m., wake up disoriented, smoke, and work or wander New York until 6 in the morning. She…
mother’s day
I cried so much on Mother’s Day 2025, when I ubered flowers and chocolate to my mother in New Jersey because I could not be there myself. She was ecstatic–nearly over the moon–for two Ferrero Rocher’s and a bouquet that should have been bigger. I cried so much when she thanked me over the phone…
4/16/24
I’ve always thought I could think my way into people’s brains. Like if I thought hard enough about something someone said I could figure out what it meant for them and why they said it. Life has disproved me over the years. It appears I too, am an idealist and a romantic who has no…
a d.j. killauris journal 