Terrible hangover. I just threw up everything I just ate, though I think it was mainly because I was allergic to the granola. Pine nut or something.

Last night was pretty good, hanging out with Kate Foust, seeing Dan Hughes and Jose Diaz riding bikes with their friends and then tagging along to set off fireworks by the river. I read some ee cummings.

Finally got to hear the whole gist of what happened last Friday. 

Life is a very strange, irrational creature.

I've also decided this will probably not be the summer of loving. I have no desires. Very apathetic.

And with that concluded, time to hunt for housing and go doodling. 

I am a woman made of stone.