Habits

I spent the last two hours looking for jobs on career net, never believing I actually wanted or needed one, so I'm going to choose to believe my day begins now: sitting on my couch with almonds and coffee and Who Framed Roger Rabbit, the paragon of my youth. What the rest of the day will be, I don't know. Maybe a walk through the West Village. Caroline, do you remember the time we stood in line at Magnolia and met up with John on his 21st birthday? I don't know why that memory sticks out; it is in no great way substantial and the cupcakes were as not-great as they always are, but I guess it's something to remember because it happened nontheless.

Christopher Lloyd just turned into a toon, with an anvil for a hand and animated red eyes. This movie is so great.

I feel like I've had less to say in these past months, which is regrettable and a little bit scary. My coffee ain't so good, my thoughts ain't so good, and when I think of home I remember that everyone is leaving. Sayonara, suckers.