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Whenever I log onto this website, it appears I always have some cryptic saved draft, and I can never remember when I wrote it or what it was about.
I've temporarily left the city. I am in my parents' house, and my sister keeps making me tacos or pancakes for dinner and then she plays Elton John and Cat Stevens songs on the out-of-tune piano. Mainly, I just miss my friends and being a pedestrian. Two months and then I'm moving into "rock n roll housing" which should be ace--a big ol' house of ladies (and dudes perhaps) hanging out, making art, making music.
Our show the other day went pretty well. I found out right before we went on that we had to play semi-acoustic, which basically just meant a smaller drum set for me. I got super worried, drank a white russian, laughed hysterically, kept the beats.
I was supposed to be working on a research project about feminism and crafts so I could present as part of some panel for some conference in Ohio. I have given up! Fuck academia!