Yesterday closed the busiest and most eventful 10 days of my life.
In those 10 days, I have managed to split my personal life between family and friends in the most frantic conceivable way. I’ve attended Rachelle’s Welcome Home Party, finally gone to Santa Monica (after several failed attempts to do so), got an Identification Card, went to Disneyland, at ate at BJs, slept over at Crystal’s twice, spent time with Lisa (sushi + World Market + bitter chocolate + Borders + Guitar Center jam session with complete strangers), wrote a new song, and had brunch with Shell, all while visiting my dying grandmother at least once everyday.
Yesterday’s plans didn’t work out as well as we hoped. The plan was to personally wish Rachelle the best of luck before she boarded the plane. But we didn’t catch her. Still, yesterday was really good. Driving around LAX, DJing, eating at Panda Express, going to Pizza Hut, movie-hopping, knocking out, basketball, shit-talking sessions, hiking up hills in Porter Ranch, playing in the playground, engorging in pizza and all-that-jazz couldn’t have been more fun.
A list of chores to be completed and 7 new bug bites later, I’m sick. My throat is sore and my temperature keeps switching from hot to cold. Right now, I’m quite cold.
But it’s okay. You keep me warm.
mkp.
