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I'm jealous and frustrated, and I ought to be nothing but excited. Goddamn, the way water sprays up off the back tire, and that marshy head feeling when concentration is the only important thing. This work isn't working (when was the last time something was worth pulling multiples). This weekend was amazing (I don't want to wash my sheets). The rooftop at school, and the way this city looks so huge from up there, and how there's so much here I've overlooked, and how little there is I'll miss. Maybe I'm wrong. I'm jealous of people with the right kind of social inclinations, with the solid group of friends. Sometimes I have it here, but it's rarely cohesive, and I'm betting on two months of being new in town starting in June and restarting in August. I licked salt off my lips in the sun by the ocean, and there was eye contact across sandy towels, and I wasn't worried.