This is definitely a very hideous layout. I'm sick and toying around with cool (huecool palettesense, not like, righteouscols, duuuuude!
cool) colors half-assedly in bed. It's I've realized the first time in
history that attention and cold motherhands and Caffeinefree Diet Coke
slushies haven't brought on a surge of 11:00 p.m. relief, of F. Scott
Fitzgerald novels to be relished the next absent day from school and
all. For old truant time's sake I pulled The Last Tycoon from my bookshelf, but all I'm feeling is feverish--what a drag.

I returned from California just a little over too long ago to blame
oheverything on jetlag. The Sonoma County weather allowed for Pacific
Ocean visits, clifftop enchilada consumption (sunbonnetted), and walks
to the small park in Nick's neighborhood where we waltzed a little
around sandspurs and greeted a black lab named Pinot and his
former-all-boys'-school-classmate master, full skirted me and always
arm-in-arm and grinning. It was wonderful to do House Things, things
that idyllic/suicide-inducing Holyoke hilltops don't allow and that the
endless New York urge to dart from Degas to Ethiopian into a cab with
Chris and Em and then back for coffee or cocktails and so onandonandon
overlooks--things like him achieving one-quarter-inch thick
chicken  noisy with the tenderizer while I pan-toast pine nuts for
the sage pesto we decided not to storebuy, or me curling up in his worn
plaid pajama pants to watch 700 Club and discuss sleepy over Crispix.
Evenings we'd each read our respective Faulkners on one overstuffed
burgundy sofa, scrambling for each other between hodgepodge hors
d'oeuvre servings, like I was Gloria only without the steel brat
circumstances and much more soulmatelike, silly, ranch-styled. And not
I mean to be trite or spiritual or supermarket smut-line-y, but the
entire time I felt like the breasted, nail painting half of a big
divine thinking challenging supporting and forever-laughing-hard unit.
I miss him so!

I've imposed upon myself a similar sentence to last summer's--I'll be
working for a local tech company doing documentation for their
heavily-accessed opensource programs and other technical writing tasks.
It seems there will be though room for creativity, and coupling this
with light lovely hours at the museum should result in both
productivity and satisfaction. How nice and job interview-y, and now
for a few pictures: