smell: cigarette clothes
taste: nothing, corona aftertaste
touch: the computer, the desk, the chair
sound: my fingers typing away on the keyboard and my breathing
sight: my computer screen and the open blinds on my window
thoughs running through my head: my foot is officially alseep, i should be alseep like my foot, i don't want to go to class tomorrow, i want to take photos all day of Denver buildings and grass and sky scrappers and all that jazz you find in a city even though i'll go to class then go to work
i'm sleepy, goodnight.