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12:42 am, working on a paper due tomorrow/today. eh. it'll get done, i'll survive a day at work and a long evening class. i always do. somehow. two pots of tea in so far.
been a rough few weeks. a gentleman caller i'd been seeing here and there since i moved to NY recently passed away. my photo with him was on the news. he was an established owner of two manhattan bars. just a fabulous person. my partner in crime. i wish we had each made more time for each other. both so busy all the time. i wonder if this will always be my fate - this hectic life - even if i lived in, say, Iowa? then again, college in NH was always packed, as well. it's just me. and i attract similar types, i suppose.
i miss him, though. and i can't handle that it's out of my control.
i'd like to squeeze that belly just one more time.
on the train today, an Irish accent asked me what the next stop was... the dialect almost made me lose it. thankfully, it's NY and any behavior/reaction is acceptable.
my reflex is to apologize for the lack of upbeat energy, but do i need to? i have been getting these emails and comments from people, "where is the fun T? call me when this sad T leaves." interesting. i like the people who are surprised that a "sad T" exists, and embrace this knowledge of an emotional side.
anyway, back to my paper on loudness and psychophysical measurements thereof.
reading: FREEDOM WRITERS DIARY, and INVISIBLE MONSTERS.
been a rough few weeks. a gentleman caller i'd been seeing here and there since i moved to NY recently passed away. my photo with him was on the news. he was an established owner of two manhattan bars. just a fabulous person. my partner in crime. i wish we had each made more time for each other. both so busy all the time. i wonder if this will always be my fate - this hectic life - even if i lived in, say, Iowa? then again, college in NH was always packed, as well. it's just me. and i attract similar types, i suppose.
i miss him, though. and i can't handle that it's out of my control.
i'd like to squeeze that belly just one more time.
on the train today, an Irish accent asked me what the next stop was... the dialect almost made me lose it. thankfully, it's NY and any behavior/reaction is acceptable.
my reflex is to apologize for the lack of upbeat energy, but do i need to? i have been getting these emails and comments from people, "where is the fun T? call me when this sad T leaves." interesting. i like the people who are surprised that a "sad T" exists, and embrace this knowledge of an emotional side.
anyway, back to my paper on loudness and psychophysical measurements thereof.
reading: FREEDOM WRITERS DIARY, and INVISIBLE MONSTERS.