A little time to think about things is always good. What I was griping about last week is really less of an issue this week. I think part of the anxiety was just about getting settled in, which will finally occur tomorrow afternoon when I get into my actual apartment. If you ever think about living out of boxes for a while, take my advice: don't.
The weekend was good. I went out drinking with the MFAs on Friday, and a couple of us hit up a hookah bar on Saturday, complete with belly dancer using those tiny hand cymbals. It was an interesting experience to watch, to say the least. You don't know whether to look or not, or whether to applaud, and before you know it the dancer is all up in your space and it's all crazy like and then you want some tiny hand cymbals for yourself.
Oy. I'll be glad to get into my place tomorrow and unpack. I'm going to catch some sleep now. Or at least try.
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