California, Jill, and Writer's Block.
So I'm currently in some town in California, Palo Alto, I think it's called? It' the town that hosts Stanford College. It, and the college, are both very very pretty. And warm. Man is it warm. I mean, it's really only about 60 degrees, but it feels lovely after the bitter cold of Boston and Amherst. I'm afraid the shock when I get back is going to be massive and painful. But I think the long ass flight will give me time to adjust.
Well, Jill finally made it back to the Holy Land (as I have dubbed Standford, from her perspective) and seems pleased. She still has to get dishes and towels out of storage, and set up her internet lines and stuff. I'm trying to be helpful and carry shit around, but I get the feeling that I might just be getting in the way. Right now we're chilling in the computer lounge. Well, I'm chilling, and Jill is doing something Important. Last night I got to meet her friend, Donny, and he was really cool. We hung out in Jill's apartment, which is beautiful Really, it's a studio apartment, and has a full bed, and a bathtub, and a composter-thingy in the sink. All really nice. But anyway, we were hanging out last night, and we each had one drink, and the damnedest thing happened. Aaparently when you're having your Womanly Troubles, your tolerance drops like a rock. Atleast with some girls it does, and Apparently I'm one of them. So I ended up in a corner doing that hysterical sad-laugh wondering what the hell had gone wrong in my life. I think It freaked Jill out a bit. I'd been quiet the whole day before, but she thought I was just tired, not imminate break-down-y. But everything is good now. And Donny thought it was funny, Jill says, which I bet it was. The darkest i ever want to be in and of myself is dark comedy.
I haven't done any work on my story. I stoped after a few hundred words. At this point I just don't care, but I'll try again later today, and on the plane home, and suchlike, and see how it goes.
Anyway, have to go.
Well, Jill finally made it back to the Holy Land (as I have dubbed Standford, from her perspective) and seems pleased. She still has to get dishes and towels out of storage, and set up her internet lines and stuff. I'm trying to be helpful and carry shit around, but I get the feeling that I might just be getting in the way. Right now we're chilling in the computer lounge. Well, I'm chilling, and Jill is doing something Important. Last night I got to meet her friend, Donny, and he was really cool. We hung out in Jill's apartment, which is beautiful Really, it's a studio apartment, and has a full bed, and a bathtub, and a composter-thingy in the sink. All really nice. But anyway, we were hanging out last night, and we each had one drink, and the damnedest thing happened. Aaparently when you're having your Womanly Troubles, your tolerance drops like a rock. Atleast with some girls it does, and Apparently I'm one of them. So I ended up in a corner doing that hysterical sad-laugh wondering what the hell had gone wrong in my life. I think It freaked Jill out a bit. I'd been quiet the whole day before, but she thought I was just tired, not imminate break-down-y. But everything is good now. And Donny thought it was funny, Jill says, which I bet it was. The darkest i ever want to be in and of myself is dark comedy.
I haven't done any work on my story. I stoped after a few hundred words. At this point I just don't care, but I'll try again later today, and on the plane home, and suchlike, and see how it goes.
Anyway, have to go.