(no subject)
Life is so fantastic, for once. I'm eating Indian food and listening to the Modern Lovers and my roommates are hanging out around the house, Michael is lounging on the floor, it's 81 degrees outside and I'm about to go to the Bob Inn with Jordan and Charlie and our friends and watch hockey. My observation went well somehow and I'm going to recruit my seniors to help me with yearbook. Saul told me that he sent me a letter in the mail. We went swimming the other day. I don't know if it made me appreciate Chicago more than just wanting to take everyone back to New York with me so we could go to David Weld, but I'm building a home here and I'm building other things and I'm reading, reading so much and trying, trying so hard and that's all I can do.