compendium

I think my latest project is going to be guesting on a feminist radio show, or at least doing some work on it. I saw a flyer and sent an email and if I like the people next Monday over drinks I'm in.

The Ex's new girlfriend now writes on my wall. It's so weird it's starting to get endearing. I find blogging about facebook uncontrollably hilarious.

Sometimes talking to my roommate makes me feel like my brain is melting. I deal with this feeling by becoming flippantly responsive to any inquiries. Success so far. I still like her, though, so that's good.

I probably have a lot of work to do in the next while. Everything has become kind of surreal, another completed chapter is looming and although I've worked most of it out the details are still pending. Sometimes I look at the past three or so years of my life and am totally confused about what is going on because it's the most non-linear thing.

There are times where I feel like if I walked out of my house I would still be there. I can see the streets, taste the food, feel the air. And I'm not there.