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The sun has set on the weekend again. Another quick satisfaction. My parents were here as of Thursday evening; I had a concert on Friday, then we went to the city to eat oysters and Chinese food. Saturday we went to the Muir beach, then they flew back home.
Well, I'm going to be home in Denver in two weeks. I am looking forward to it, I guess. The summer always feels nice as we adapt to the heat. I'm going to have a job (Bang is opening up for lunches again, the old faithful) so that is a big plus. That and the new Harry Potter book will keep me sane.
I'm just going to miss this place so dearly...my friends, being somewhat in love. (Though the break from academia will be nice.) Spring can fool you sometimes, and depress you, but sometimes she really carries you along well. I saw the early morning light this morning, then fell back asleep. Waking up again we filled up our stomachs. Then we bathed and then we loved as the afternoon sun sifted through the breeze to us. We roused from that nice nonsleep daze as Amanda tweeted in the hall. She pulled us out of bed, put dresses on us and took us to the mfa art reception. Beer and wine in the afternoon, those and polaroids and chocolate, and down sitting on the big log by the creek.
I'm sleepy and full again. A day of being heavy.
Well, I'm going to be home in Denver in two weeks. I am looking forward to it, I guess. The summer always feels nice as we adapt to the heat. I'm going to have a job (Bang is opening up for lunches again, the old faithful) so that is a big plus. That and the new Harry Potter book will keep me sane.
I'm just going to miss this place so dearly...my friends, being somewhat in love. (Though the break from academia will be nice.) Spring can fool you sometimes, and depress you, but sometimes she really carries you along well. I saw the early morning light this morning, then fell back asleep. Waking up again we filled up our stomachs. Then we bathed and then we loved as the afternoon sun sifted through the breeze to us. We roused from that nice nonsleep daze as Amanda tweeted in the hall. She pulled us out of bed, put dresses on us and took us to the mfa art reception. Beer and wine in the afternoon, those and polaroids and chocolate, and down sitting on the big log by the creek.
I'm sleepy and full again. A day of being heavy.