magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Date: Mon, 2.06pm
From: er!n
To: bean
Subject: Re: sushi

i never made it to sushi
i didn't even call
we should probably talk

i'm sorry, er!n

I called her after work. 'I've pretty much accepted the fact that none of my friends,' I said, and was thinking, 'are at all reliable,' but finished instead, 'love me anymore.' And then quickly, I know, I'm being over-dramatic.'

We hung out for about an hour and a half before she had to rush off. But that's an hour and a half more than we've hung out in two months even though we've been in the same city. And we made plans to go to a lecture on Wednesday.

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Work involved wrestling with AutoCAD files and fighting off an allergy attack from all the perfume that saturates the air in Macy's.

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Walking around town, riding the subway, with my new, poor-man's iPod (a 256Mb USB flash drive with a headphone jack). It's been years since I walked around with a discman. I never really got in the habit at RISD. So in a way, I felt transported back ten years. The Cure in my ears. A cold spring wind billowing my jacket out at my sides. But then skyscrapers and all the other commuters bringing me back into now.