9.12.05

some things, since bowdoin:

walking along the gravel path between af-am and the tower, sharp rocks pushing themselves up into the soles of my red sandals (the red sandals are going on three summers now).

spending far, far too much time dealing with the radio station. emails and emails and emails all day long.

skirts.

drinking wine with nicole and maggie, not seeing sarah nearly enough. seeing maggie, and enjoying it, more than i expected.

the blue angels flying everywhere, rattling the bones in my ears and completely distracting me from my reading.

work seeming unimportant, like i already know how to do all of it and it's just something to slog through. slogging through anyway, though with admittedly less dedication than before.

my new watch, which is full of silver circles and has rhinestones that sparkle. it feels completely alien; i'm fascinated with it.

being really tired and almost sick all of the time.

jon is jon again. everything, in the end, is perfectly fine.