choco_frosh | (no subject)

Writing this from Portland. I'm up visiting my brother: I went to his latest play last night, and I'll try to write more about it later. I really like this city, and frankly miss it, despite all the things Boston has that it lacks.

Getting up here involved ghetto-rigging one of my car's side mirrors duct tape after something (the hedge? another car in the parking lot at work?) snapped it half off on Wednesday; this came at the end of about twelve hours of panicking about whether I was going to make it up, during which I was also frantically completing an art project. But the art got printed and framed, the car hasn't died yet, and I made it to Portland.

Now if only there were about fifty more hours in this weekend...