Teacup has taken up residence on my shoulder like a parrot. Not even kidding.
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Had a North Beach adventure w/ Elana today, and now I’m cat-sitting for C&R in Hayes Valley. Tonight I wrote a lot at Frjtz, and then I opted to read Gertrude Stein* over a Manhattan at Marlena’s. Now I am in the giantest of beds, watching the terriblest of crime dramas on the big screeniest of televisions, flanked by old lady kitties.
My thesis is due very soon, but all in all? Life ain’t too shabby.
*Okay, so, is it just me, or Stein kind of *incomprehensible*? I’ve never really read her before this class. She’s a genius stylist, but I was going cross-eyed trying to make sense of her work. Perhaps this is her point?
