my lip and face and everything is swollen and bruised and broken ( Read more... )

Home. in my kitchen, not even having weird flashbacks to Prospekt Mira, though missing it abstractly, like you might miss an amputated finger: it was there, now it is not, time to get on with it and learn how to live without it ( Read more... )

oh freak, checking my email on a laptop and listening to Beiruit feels so awkward, but so good. my bed is huge, my towels are fluffy, my dog speaks english. My room smells like how I left it and my photographs are still in their frames and I remember that sometime I had art in my life; had art, made art, was art. My grandparents are looking good ( Read more... )

I am in spain ( Read more... )

Everything is gray and gray and gray and covered in grime ( Read more... )

the bags are (essentially) packed ( Read more... )

less than 36 hours

this is outta controll....

Sundance day 2 ( Read more... )

oh I am leaving so soon. oh wow oh maybe too soon ( Read more... )

am I the only person in the world that hates
overpriced twee cupcakes
with waaay too much frosting?

I think I must be

today I got really excited about packing
then I got paralyzed by taking a bath
and walking the dog and taking a nap

I'm getting in all the slacking I'll need
before I leave.