Tonight it's foggy in Berkeley. At around seven it started getting gray, and now the tops of the hills are covered in white fog. Nero is lying on the floor snorting, and Jake is awake for the first time in hours, with huge swollen wisdom-tooth-less cheeks. My night consisted of baking a sweet potato, changing Jake's gauze, and making slow progress on my AMCAS shit. I'm still a bit jet-lagged from Boston even though we weren't there long enough to get adjusted. There's a mysterious cricket sound outside that I've never heard before. I don't think I've ever heard the classic east coast summer night cricket sound out here at all.



bodega bay

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drunken wii-ing on july fourth

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