Was a goodun. Awesome group of people. Lots of walking. In the wrong shoes. Do love popping blisters. Found a fantastic and well-stocked used book store AND a book of plays by William Carlos Williams. Love his poetry and had no idea that he dabbled in drama too.
Still haven’t tried a Mr. Bartley’s burger. Maybe this Sunday during the ImprovBoston Marathon. Woo improv.
*Brief post brought to you by sentence fragments.
I’ve had a cold for almost a week, and I thought I was handling it reasonably well.
This afternoon, I blew my nose for the 27,457th time and also blew out my left ear. And now I feel like this:
Did you ever eat so much that it feels as though you’ll never be unfull again? I hit that mark at one today and then had dinner a few hours later. My stomach said blerg.
For the second time in less than a month, my mom has lost a member of her family. My Aunt Drein was 43. Forty-three. Looking at that number it seems even more absurd that she is gone. She died peacefully in her sleep. And that is absolutely zero comfort to the people who loved her. She had just gotten engaged. She was singing in a band and doing really well. She had friends and confidantes and family who loved her. Sometimes this fucking life is just too ridiculous.
