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i miss you.
the last few weeks of my life have been executed on auto-pilot. my body and my brain finish things for the sake of crossing them off the to-do list, while any desire to drink, to dance, to flirt, to go out for an extravagant dinner, to go to a show, to see art, to do anything not related to school or work has been sublimated in the name of productivity.
dear god i just want to go to brunch and get drunk on bloody marys. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
anyway, spring is coming. there is absolutely no physical evidence of this, but it's what i'm telling myself these days to make myself feel better. it's so cold i have to walk over the subway grates, because yes, that extra two degrees of warmth on my ankles really does make a difference.
spring's coming in a different way, though. you can tell because everybody's getting restless. people are coming out of hibernation. i'm no exception. after saturday, things with school calm down significantly, and i am bursting at the seams to catch up with long losts, eat in new restaurants, go to museums. i'm bored to tears with the interior of my apartment.
so don't be surprised if i suddenly start hounding you to go out for brunch with me, or plying you for book recommendations, or otherwise being completely enthusiastic about something for no particular reason. i can't help it. it's nervous energy from the anticipation of being able to wear flip flops outside again.
the last few weeks of my life have been executed on auto-pilot. my body and my brain finish things for the sake of crossing them off the to-do list, while any desire to drink, to dance, to flirt, to go out for an extravagant dinner, to go to a show, to see art, to do anything not related to school or work has been sublimated in the name of productivity.
dear god i just want to go to brunch and get drunk on bloody marys. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
anyway, spring is coming. there is absolutely no physical evidence of this, but it's what i'm telling myself these days to make myself feel better. it's so cold i have to walk over the subway grates, because yes, that extra two degrees of warmth on my ankles really does make a difference.
spring's coming in a different way, though. you can tell because everybody's getting restless. people are coming out of hibernation. i'm no exception. after saturday, things with school calm down significantly, and i am bursting at the seams to catch up with long losts, eat in new restaurants, go to museums. i'm bored to tears with the interior of my apartment.
so don't be surprised if i suddenly start hounding you to go out for brunch with me, or plying you for book recommendations, or otherwise being completely enthusiastic about something for no particular reason. i can't help it. it's nervous energy from the anticipation of being able to wear flip flops outside again.