went to an a cappella play with P, theme: race. It was intense. Afterwards the actors facilitated a discussion, and i tried to get out before it started because i just needed a glass of wine after all of that (and those kinds of discussions always make me cringe), but P wanted to stay. It started with people "popcorning" out their reactions, and then they tried to facilitate a deeper discussion. As far as I could tell, the black people in the audience wanted to share their stories and how the play made them feel, and the white people wanted to take a step back and talk about the process. The whole thing stirred something up in me and later that night (after my glass of wine. two, in fact), i dreamed of high school.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my roommate vomiting in the bathroom, because st paddy's day. she's pretty independent and i knew she'd hate to think i could hear her, so i didn't go out to check on her. Wondered if that was the right move. Then fell asleep again because my st paddy's days no longer entail green mystery punch.

10:42 a.m. - 2015-03-15