Work is hell. Customers are hell. I'm glad that I can hide in the back room far away from all of them most of the time. When I walked in the door and saw the line extending down the ramp, I was more than ready to turn around and leave leave leave. I stayed. It was long--whenever I come home, it feels about ten years later.

We went to Leopold's after work and i had the worst white russian ever. i'm really disappointed--even wish I'd gotten a beer instead. Really, I wish it'd been at ABC and I could have gotten that Irish stout that makes my insides melt into this puddle of goodness.

Brian [aka, TANK] was just ridiculously wasted. I was going to buy him a drink for his birthday, but decided it would be a bad thing to make someone puke at the bar on their birthday. or, you know, just in general.

My legs are still cold from being outside, but it makes me happy either way. There's something about coming inside and warming up that makes everything that much better.

On another note, I didn't get the Teach for America thing. I thought I'd be more upset about it if I didn't get it--but I'm really not. I'm kind of excited. Really scared, but excited, nonetheless. The world is so big and now I'm really going to push myself to find out how big it is.

This is my opportunity to:
1. scare the shit out of myself
2. push myself to do what i really want to--no falling back on something practical
3. travel while i have no obligations whatsoever
4. find out what life is all about by living it

My favorite trick, the best one I've learned in all of my life, is scaring the shit out of myself. Somehow, everything ends up okay in the end. Better than okay.

Also, I'll be honest, I love my ITM girls more than I know how to explain. ITM is the best thing that ever happened to me. BEST REC'NIZE.

[p.s. i think van morrison's i'll be your lover, too is probably the best love-ish song ever written. that is a strong statement said on purpose.]