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I live in Minneapolis. (insert sigh of relief worth 14 months)
I feel like I have yet to really enjoy it, though, mainly because this has been such a crazy week. Working, moving, then working more. I just want to sleep! And have a day off in my apartment. Which tomorrow will be.
The apartment: Good! The move went fairly well, with only a tense 15 seconds in which the couch was lodged at an awkward position between a wall and the doorway, and seemed like it may never fully enter the apartment. But then it did. Things are pretty much set up. We still have to hang art on the walls, and buy a couple odds and ends. And our internet has been kind of a bummer. It is really unreliable and usually doesn't work anywhere except... the bathroom. The bathroom gets great service. In fact, I am currently leaning back on the bathtub, seated on our green bathroom rug, using Tanner's laptop.
Yesterday evening we took a walk along the river, through the St. Anthony Main area. It was a beautiful evening, and so all of the restaurant patios were crowded with people. Lots of joggers and people walking dogs going by. As we walked along, we heard a strange sound coming from behind us: a man, wearing only jean shorts, came rollerblading by us, singing very loudly. We only caught a few of the lyrics, but they sounded really familiar to me. It seemed like a line from a song by some sassy woman... but I couldn't think of it. A few minutes later, he passed again, singing as passionately as ever. People gave him pitying looks. Tanner and I laughed. I still couldn't remember what song it was. This morning, when I was in the shower, it suddenly came to me: "Don't Cry for me Argentina." He was singing Evita! Wonderful.
I think transitions cause me to have really vivid, emotionally charged dreams. Last night I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life about my best friend dying. I remember when I went to London... for the first month, every single night, I had an incredibly violent dream. What is up, subconscious mind?
Tonight, we are going to a party at Liz N's, which will apparently also be attended by Lisa P, Katie D, and Catie S. Coe people abound! And today I got to have lunch with the celebrated Betsy F! It's a Coe day.
Alright. The bathroom floor is starting to hurt my ass.
I feel like I have yet to really enjoy it, though, mainly because this has been such a crazy week. Working, moving, then working more. I just want to sleep! And have a day off in my apartment. Which tomorrow will be.
The apartment: Good! The move went fairly well, with only a tense 15 seconds in which the couch was lodged at an awkward position between a wall and the doorway, and seemed like it may never fully enter the apartment. But then it did. Things are pretty much set up. We still have to hang art on the walls, and buy a couple odds and ends. And our internet has been kind of a bummer. It is really unreliable and usually doesn't work anywhere except... the bathroom. The bathroom gets great service. In fact, I am currently leaning back on the bathtub, seated on our green bathroom rug, using Tanner's laptop.
Yesterday evening we took a walk along the river, through the St. Anthony Main area. It was a beautiful evening, and so all of the restaurant patios were crowded with people. Lots of joggers and people walking dogs going by. As we walked along, we heard a strange sound coming from behind us: a man, wearing only jean shorts, came rollerblading by us, singing very loudly. We only caught a few of the lyrics, but they sounded really familiar to me. It seemed like a line from a song by some sassy woman... but I couldn't think of it. A few minutes later, he passed again, singing as passionately as ever. People gave him pitying looks. Tanner and I laughed. I still couldn't remember what song it was. This morning, when I was in the shower, it suddenly came to me: "Don't Cry for me Argentina." He was singing Evita! Wonderful.
I think transitions cause me to have really vivid, emotionally charged dreams. Last night I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life about my best friend dying. I remember when I went to London... for the first month, every single night, I had an incredibly violent dream. What is up, subconscious mind?
Tonight, we are going to a party at Liz N's, which will apparently also be attended by Lisa P, Katie D, and Catie S. Coe people abound! And today I got to have lunch with the celebrated Betsy F! It's a Coe day.
Alright. The bathroom floor is starting to hurt my ass.