convalescence

I am in a diet coke and maraschino cherry fueled recovery from the end of my semester, complete with sleeping late and daily bubble bathing. I've been skimming a lot of online news sites and playing computer solitaire while I have Fear Factor going in the background. Last night I cleaned the apartment while ABC broadcast the entire, uncut Sound of Music for all of four hours. There were many scenes in which the dialogue made a lot more sense than it did with the highly-abridged taped-from-television version I grew up on. But, in movie musicals, much like in porn, the plot is not really at issue.

Tonight I have two pairs of slacks to mend (I am hard on my pants) and a good pile of laundry to do. I am much more relaxed than I was at this time last week, with 30 pages left to write. I still had a wonderful time visiting Liz & Matt that weekend. I didn't tell her this, but hugging Liz goodnight, to me, feels like stepping into a time machine. Isn't it crazy? It's been almost 10 years, but I still remember exactly what it feels like to hug this person, and it's still the same.

I have so much work to do here in Austin this coming Spring, and it's hard to think about doing it here when I really want to ground myself on the dirty streets of New York. I HAVE to make friends here. I think. I think I have to make friends here. Real blood and guts friends. For all my fearsome independence and loving schemes for the future I am helpless without them.