click to see my pretty friends
under pretty lights
against pretty walls
Two nights in a row, friends have come over bearing bottles of fantastic red wine.
I’m still having weird dreams. My dream a few nights ago had to do with Wesley Snipes narrating a children’s animated film in French.
I realize that packing up your entire life into the back of a tiny car from your 2nd floor apartment all by yourself in the rain should be fun in theory.
The night train from Prague was not entirely awesome.
Law school is great, New York is great, my apartment is great, coconut-curry ice cream is great. I can’t think of a single reasonable thing to complain about at the moment but I’m sure I’ll eventually think of something.
Things I have accomplished so far today:
Lying in my bed last night, as I listened to a chorus line of mice grapevine across my floor and watched spooky shadows make hieroglyphs on my ceiling, I fell into a minor panic regarding the fact that if I drop out of law school, I will undeniably end up like that woman with no legs who I saw begging on the street the other day or, worse, like that girl from high school who is still working at House of Wings.
In further Laurie is Slowly Dying of Some Mysterious Illness news, I woke up a few nights ago with a horrible burning rash on my back that disappeared within an hour, I threw up last night for the second time in as many weeks, and I think I have pink eye.
I officially crossed the 60 Job Applications mile marker today. I’ve had six rejections, two follow-up tests (one of which resulted in a rejection), and zero interviews.