let’s build robots with Genuine People Personalities, they said.
hello.
i’ve packed thirty-something boxes thus far. i’m running out of time. half of those boxes that i’ve packed are books. whoops.
i went out to dinner tonight, at millennium, with the two people here to whom i really needed to say goodbye. i didn’t really, though – at the end it was just goodbye hugs, not Goodbye hugs. dinner was tasty and filling, but is now on the sidewalk. the good thing about living in the drunkard’s neighborhood is that nobody looks at you strangely as your anxiety disorder causes you to puke down the block. i still always feel bad for my companions, though. and today, my shoes and dress. ew?
it’s amazing how used one can get to puking. i’ve been doing it unintentionally for six years now. six years?!
eventually, maybe, i will be able to navigate the world without making it messier. for now, i’ll continue packing.
