you don’t get taken to oz in tornadoes. you get all your bones broken, which makes you like a jellyfish. but that’s not really pertinent.
tom franklin is officially my thesis advisor now, and i’m officially doing a novella on german pows in mississippi. i am so, so happy about it all. it’s all fallen together so perfectly.
i went out last night. two for one wine night at burgundy room, then an asshole cobra security guard at irie, then a blissful table on the balcony at boure. it was originally just ashley, emily, martin and me, but we ran into ben and insisted he join us.
i leave monday. i have two days left in america. two days. it only hit me on the drive home today. i won’t see any of my friends, my family, nelson or odie until august. i won’t drive for five months. i won’t have mexican food for cinco de mayo, and i’ll see the dark knight rises in german. of course, there are just as many good things about going to germany.
life is just weird right now. like a fever dream.
