My fingers are cold. The Strokes are playing. Sandbox and hungover percussion. Is This It. The colors are light now, almost like the pastel themes on tumblr that have a shade of gray overlaid. I have only my hoodie now, and although the wind is still, the cold lingers. Currently playing Meet Me In The Bathroom. The descending chords and the tight structure of the verses makes this song one of my absolute favorites. The clouds are almost pink in their coral, and it looks out of place in the pale blue of the sky. The nineteenth century architecture stands, mute against the glow of the sun. My screen is bright from this monochromatic app, but it's good. Today was a busy day with heavy strokes of procrastination. Three tests tomorrow and two major assignments, haven't started the least bit. I perform better under time pressure. Desperately need to eradicate this habit, though.