...an unequivocal disaster...

We had a little incident at Starbucks yesterday involving me, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and tears. The book was finished, but with it my heart. Devastatingly gorgeous, I was just crying, into my coffee, huge alligator tears mixed with laughter. Such a sight.

I'm so scant with writing in here, can't find the time. Summer was supposed to be rest, but instead has become 36 hours a week at work + PiD + summer school + the mag (so exciting) + volunteering two days a week at TSS. Plus reading. Plus a pretend social life. I'm sleeping less than I was in school. Completely incomprehensible.