hat/sun birth/poesis

So I got back to Vassar and got ripped off by the cabbie but I'm thinking of it as a holiday tip that he gave himself and I left my hat on the train which makes me the saddest little boy ever and I think I might actually call the train station and desperately/futilely try to get them to scoop it up and send it to me. Huge cup of coffee from the deli is working its magic as evidenced by mounting but almost pleasant anxiety and a complete lack of proper sentence structure. Speaking of, Murray called my Plato paper 'excellent, lucid, and thorough' which was a nice thing to come home to. Speaking of home, I still need to finish packing my room and throw all my shit in the car and drive home.


Also:

Tonight is the solstice. I hope that all of you who observe it have a very good one. Maybe if I take a nap beforehand I will actually stay up all night to tend to the birth. I miss being observant.

maison

Home again home again jiggity jig. Seriously within 2 minutes the chest-tightening has kicked in. I'm going to try to let that go. My car is full to the brim and I'm going to let that go too.

My dad is going to pour me a glass of wine. I am going to go read and plan something for solstice. I am going to call Colin. Everything will be fine.

The funny thing about me is, I really am not too fond of these spatial/temporal transitional periods.

Ahahaha, thank you Universe, cos I didn't get the joke the first time!

Fine, it will all be.