I wanted you to love me like you used to do.

vertigo keeps me on the edge of intoxication. without wine i can still spin madly across the sun. the process for admission to the doctoral program involves jumping a number of hoops, most of which i have completed because i am one of those people who just gets shit done. however, my process is stalled at the part where i need the second reference letter from another counsellor who is familiar with my work. that counsellor, unfortunately, is not the sort who gets shit done. he is the sort who will get to it eventually. i would like to kill him but then i wouldn't have a second reference. goodnight moon.