Tuesday, June 20, 2017


I spent last night unmaking my former home my home, and now it is just a house with stuff in it. There are a few things at the apartment, enough to get by with for now, and the rest will sort itself out.

Relationships are hard. We do the hard things because they are worth it, and so are we.

Also, it's probably not a great idea to listen to a lot of David Foster Wallace when I'm in this funky headspace. I got three hours of sleep last night and I was fragile-feeling to begin with. I love his voice, though.

I have to call the cable company today to set up internet at the apartment. Pray for me.