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two nights in a row: no drank, no moonlight!!! i came home, bitched to baby belyea, who coulda cared less. we have plans thursday to go down to the river with aviators & cowboy boots in hopes of frog-hunting. stu says that he is too afraid of hurting them to participate, but will consent to lord over us instead like a crew of monarchs instead.

haven’t been writing much lately, i’m afraid. i feel full of fear lately. today during a clown jam, andrew and amy yelled, “take more risks! both of you!” it resonated. i have this one poem that i am afraid to finish. it’s hard to say that. i feel like writing another list of things i am ashamed of. i feel like right now, i am paralyzed by the notion that i am “doing it wrong”. that is okay, i guess… i just need figure out how to recognize & move past it.

head to virginia in less than two weeks. jesus christ. i still have SO. MUCH. to get in order, including my thesis clearance from the ethics department. yikes. lesson plans are slow, but coming. it’s good to have jono to go back & forth with.

counting down now, i guess.