back in nola, i missed lunch but driven by panic, I stayed in my office and worked until 9, nibbling on rice cakes and hoping they would expand in my stomach into the size of those styrofoam packing pellets they so resemble. After work I biked to the grocery store where i somehow ended up with one of those rotisserie chickens, which i never ever ever eat - given that i don't even like chicken, and never buy meat. But i got home, and there it was, and i stood over the sink and ate a quarter of it with my fingers. At some point i took off my shirt so i wouldn't get grease all over it. Cause that grease was flyin'. And I stood in my bra over the sink licking my fingers, and that was dinner. #bachelormode.

it feels strange to be living by myself again... strange, but familiar. Like my mind came home when my body did. For better or worse, my mind is more focused because i only have to think about myself. Nola is warm and the air is so soft, and it smells like flowers and rain. I like overhearing people talking about rando things. Today i was locking up my bike next to 3 dudes who work in my building and i could hear them joking around but couldn't hear what they were saying, but i could tell they were having a good time cause they were cracking themselves up... and then when i finally got close, i realized they were talking about Jesus. didn't see that coming.

I am so grateful to be back working with people and not stuck alone in the home office. I got more done today than all last week combined. My life here is so much richer. I know people outside the age range of 25-36, which was really missing this summer.

I was fine in montreal, and there were lots of nice things and good people and most importantly, my family*. I can see that I could make a life there. but I always feel most like myself here. Except for the chicken. Not quite sure what to do with the rest of that.

*and BT. obviously? but i felt like i should come back here and put that in. not that he'll ever read this.

1:12 a.m. - 2013-09-20