drink up, baby, look at the stars. i'll kiss you again between the bars.
today i have been in boston, massachusetts; providence, rhode island; detroit, michigan; cincinnatti, ohio; and lots of places in between in order to sit at this computer once again. it was an odd trip, but it went better than i had expected. i saw some really beautiful things. forests and harbors and my father crying. i also went to henry wadsworth longfellow's home with my probably bipolar probably lesbian aunt, but i don't care for him much so i didn't buy anything from his gift shop. i did see a sheep get shorn, though, and the fakesheepshearerfromthemid1800swhenlongfellowlived did the entire thing in one piece, and it was the most amazing thing of my life. every time i go to new england i feel like i belong there more and more. flying makes me feel inhuman, with everyone shuffling around me trying to crowd into a pressurized hunk of metal so they can absentmindedly chew on their 0.5 gram bag of mini-pretzels while waiting for better times, except when i am in the sky and i block all of that out and i do the best thinking and seeing that i've ever done.