we’ve had this plate as long as i can remember. i don’t know where it’s from or what the hell the words mean (aside from what they actually mean, that is), but i love it anyway.
i am in new york. i do love st louis and all the thngs i do there and the people i know, but i miss my family pretty desperately. it’s nice to be home.
(i didn’t realize that i missed the water until we flew over it.)
the pain from my tattoo was really bad this mrning, but it’s fading now.
i am worried that i might have accidentally locked shiksa in the closet before i left.
i am worried that because i left the air conditioning on, the circuits in the apartment might overload and start a fire.
and, of course, i am still nervous about doing the interview with ryland on monday. once it’s over, i think i’ll be able to relax and enjoy more of being here, but for the moment all the different ways i could screw it up are prominent in my mind.
my mom and i ordered chinese food tonight. it was so delicious. tomorrow morning she’s going to buy bagels. bagels! tomorrow i am also going to eat pizza. pizza! these are the things that are thrilling.
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