There’s a pounding pain
right here. Inside of my
chest. It’s either a lung,
my heart, or my stomach.
It’s sweet learning how
to live slow. Adorable.
Oddly enough, that’s
the mood I’m in. The
feeling of walking on
a campus. I haven’t
felt it in a good while.
Maybe I haven’t felt
good in a while.
We all go dancing
at Mezzanine. I
overdo it trying
to make every-
thing the best.
I’m almost too
determined. I
am hoping for
this. I’m ready
for time to have
done its trick and
for everything to
be okay. I’m not
sure. I think about
how to get paid for
this. And what that
means. Sitting here
in this nice, new
place. Wondering
how long it might
last. Everything
is really the best.
I’m really looking
forward to it. But
I definitely have
