For the record, life is sucking right now, so rather than bore you with my tales of misery and woe, I'm hiding out. Reminding myself that I chose this grad school path-o'-horror doesn't seem to eliminate or even alleviate the bitterness.
Things that are keeping me afloat... I made a Black Pearl Cake for Liz's birthday on Saturday night. Although the wasabi was undetectable, the end result was beyond tasty. I heart all things ginger.
CocoRosie was amazing. Made me wish for an operatic voice or at least mad beatbox skills. Spoon is tonight, so I'm looking forward to another few hours of respite before I take the plunge and don't emerge until November 1.
Midnight to noon
I'm a desert child
And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild, at an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It's true, I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
Thinking of the night song of your hair
Premature as evening falls
It calls to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the street
-CocoRosie
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