10:26 p.m. - October 16, 2003
This afternoon between bites of cobb salad, I decided to go back to school. January. Winter Quarter, 2004. A fait accompli, once it's in my head and doesn't flee. I am a classic fuck-up and socially delayed developmentally, but I slay the academy and why not ride the wave again? (See, now am I setting myself up for failure, this doorbell ditch game of returning to what I do well because I can't make it elsewhere?)
I worry about falling in love again, having starry eyes and excuses for bruises.
I am unsure what to say.