Saturday July 25th 2020
10:59 AM
I seem to not usually write entries during these things. But here’s a good half hour to write ye, hm? I don’t know. Sitting in the nook. On the right side when you look at it. Just put on Folklore. Supposed to listen to it at midnight with [] but 1 got the time wrong 2 am I really gonna be the person who listens to the new Taylor Swift album the second it comes out? No ma’am. [11/23/20: This means I facetimed James out on the porch yesterday. Yes, while working on Noguchi.]
Um.
I think better than the most recent but somehow less hooky than earlier? But the second just started. Holy shit she sounds like Lana.
I guess there are people pattering about mostly parents so I shouldn’t even be um reading out loud or wouldn’t be comfortable.
Um. Up early. Miserable the night before; UTI, or dreamed I had one; couldn’t sleep. Didn’t finish he presentation. Then morning of. Zipper broke on the dovel. The new duffel. Or the new bed duffel. Feeling incredibly nauseous with the medication mom gave me . Train; train; nice airtrain. Like a ride. Talked about disneyland []: “we should go.” Check in. Should’ve put everything in one bag says []. Call in terminal. On plane. Desperately downloading off an interview to transcribe. Did. a miracle. Not safest COVID. Left the food in the duffel. Um. NO way is this Bon Iver he sounds weird af. Um. Got a whole wheat everything bagel with chive. Um. Then what. Then I… ate it. Arrived. Drove. Tarnscribed int he car. Baggage carousel. Even this weird rap is Lana. Um. Beautiful house. Worked. Did presentation — went well. Why typing like this.
Beach yesterday. Missed a call from []. FUck it. Let’s go. 11:45 AM.