Usually I'm all: NEW YORK WAS AWESOME!
And it was--crazy warm, and good food, and I managed to get soup dumplings which are my favorite food ever. The reading was a lot of fun, even though I teared up at one point because I accidentally wrote a super personal essay and forgot how intense it was until I had to read it out loud.
But between staying up all night to be on Hour of the Wolf which I SWEAR used to be easier and walking too much on my injured foot, the human suit was not doing well. justbeast got downright sick, throat and nose and the whole thing. I had to miss 2/3 of my appointments and didn't get to see anyone but ktempest and jigglykat and scarlettgirl who were not coincidentally on the radio with me. Once we got back to ktempest 's apartment, we'd all lost our voices and many of our wits.
Shit, is this getting old? It sucks.
So ktempest made us chai and we ordered Indian in and watched old and new New Kids on the Block videos, because it leads to uncontrollable laughter.
How did our parents not piss themselves laughing when we thought this was cool? I mean, in the middle of a song, Donnie stops and yells accusatorily: GURL. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. SO WASSUP?
I have said this at least one hundred thousand times since Saturday. No wonder we all got divorced in our twenties. Between that shit and Brenda and Dylan we had no hope. And they KICK the AIR and that's DANCING. Also their new videos are amazing. AMAZING. Exactly like the old ones only with boats and helicopters and girls and cars that we all know they don't have or they wouldn't be doing a reunion tour. Yet they all look not very into the girls and Joey clearly had a rough 90s and their awesome SpyPhone is MONOCOLOR and he's writing IT'S ON onto a blank screen and clearly not any kind of text program AT ALL and at the end they walk away alone with no girls. I could not breathe for laughing. Or coughing.
So today I am holed up in bed and I wish I had someone to bring me cocoa and food because I still have to Write Things even though I feel like hell.
Rules for Anchorites
Letters from Proxima Thule
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