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This was the stupidest day ever.

I got up 3 hours earlier than my body wanted me to, showered, went to a piano practice that was a lot more difficult to tolerate than expected, went to help my mom at work, she said come back later, went home, napped—worst nap ever—and woke up feeling extremely sticky, haven’t solved the sticky problem yet with a shower because I’d rather swim, I know that swimming would open up mosquito possibilities, obviously I didn’t wake up in time to come back to help my mom at work, and now I’m stuck here, having lost 4 things, among those that amazing Red Sox hat (yeah I really like it) with the Yo No Soy El Army pin, the ESPN hat (what the fuck I was just wearing it 2 days ago or maybe even a day ago), one of my pairs of car keys, why can’t I remember the other thing, oh yeah, that white disc that Rakesh threw in the pond (I’d thrown it in there in almost the exact same place before so I expected it to be easy retrieval) and I STILL haven’t managed to get to float over to the side and now I have no clue where it is, perhaps stolen, like innocence, though maybe I feel like this because I listened to the first Keane album twice yesterday, oops, and my book of passwords is extremely mysteriously and disconcertingly missing.

The sun hasn’t even hidden itself yet. Boo.

If I do end up going on an across-America trip...

I'll post every entry from the journal I'll carry with me here.