let's play dress up--you can be anamorphosis

I can post! This sort of little thing has been keeping me sane lately. Like: I got the light fixed in our bathroom and now I'm practically and happily blinded each time I flip the light switch.

Hm, Jessica. I'm worried that I no longer have anything to say. I'm going up to visit the boy next weekend and there will be dinner at a peruvian restaurant and much romping through san francisco and sea lions and star trek. Then the week after he's coming down for a week-long (!) visit in Irvine--he'll be finished with classes by then. I feel spoiled at the prospect of intense time-spending with boy after maybe getting used to such long lulls between visits.

I've been reading too much, I think. Enough that sometimes I'm not sure there's room in my mind for my original thoughts or connections. Also, I'll pick up where I left off in a book and it'll be five pages (and depending on what it is, five pages might take me a really long time) before I realize that I've already read this part.

Also, I had all my music on shuffle recently and desaparecidos came on and I had to skip over it. At the time it just seemed so wrong to be so young and so sad and raspy.