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Of all the things to be massively upset about in the past few weeks, I have to say that leaving Sadie for a week pretty much tops the charts. I know she’ll be very well cared for in Evanston, and that bringing her home was a bad idea for about a thousand reasons, but I am awfully fond of that little lady.
I’m trying to have a positive outlook for a little while. I found a Pink Lady apple I didn’t know I had in the fridge yesterday, and took it as a portent for pleasant surprises to come. Agnes Nixon is kicking my ass all over town, and it is awesome. Since I’ll have the car for all of next quarter, I’m making it my mission to see productions from as many storefront companies in Chicago as possible. It’s sort of an embarrassment how little I know that city having lived on its outskirts for three years, but it’s never too late for a change.
I’m going to New Jersey for another one of my Orthodox cousins’ weddings this weekend. Also, my mom’s boyfriend is coming. It’s funny how much I’m able to tune out my ridiculous, unmanageable family life while I’m away from home. But I will just pull an Ashley Keyser and mine that shit for some kickass poems. The question is just whether I get kicked out of the ceremony, or walk out again because of the sheer tragedy and insult of the thing. Fuckin’ Jews, man.
I’m trying to have a positive outlook for a little while. I found a Pink Lady apple I didn’t know I had in the fridge yesterday, and took it as a portent for pleasant surprises to come. Agnes Nixon is kicking my ass all over town, and it is awesome. Since I’ll have the car for all of next quarter, I’m making it my mission to see productions from as many storefront companies in Chicago as possible. It’s sort of an embarrassment how little I know that city having lived on its outskirts for three years, but it’s never too late for a change.
I’m going to New Jersey for another one of my Orthodox cousins’ weddings this weekend. Also, my mom’s boyfriend is coming. It’s funny how much I’m able to tune out my ridiculous, unmanageable family life while I’m away from home. But I will just pull an Ashley Keyser and mine that shit for some kickass poems. The question is just whether I get kicked out of the ceremony, or walk out again because of the sheer tragedy and insult of the thing. Fuckin’ Jews, man.