My basil died. one hot hot day and it just shriveled up. doing my best to nourish it back to life but the small wet green stems have tarnished brown. I'm sorry.
I passed out in anatomy. I knew it too. standing there. so I sat. and then crumbled to the ground- shriveled like my basil.
I didnt bake for three weeks. THREE WEEKS- down from three times a week. Brought the cookies into class still piping hot on the pan straight from the oven. The key my friends, is an extra yoke.
First round of finales. Finals this week, Alex next week. Rinse and repeat x 4 more quarters.
Somedays- your just insync.Some solid study sessions. I am a thousand pages deep on rewriting the book. Established some suitable study stations. Flying Star with a blueberry muffin and a peppermint tea for late nights. Santa Fe library on saturdays after an early morning run and yoga listening to prairie home on my drive. UNM library for a long sunday with the sandias unfolded before me through 6 huge panoramic windows and a basketball quart out back. AAAAnnd the cadaver lab- where I insist on grabbing who ever's lab coat is the most convenient, I then return home to clean out the litter box intoxicating my skin with the two most foul odors- cadaver and litterbox. a two-fer.
We gave him "rotator cuff-links"Good book this Albuquerque, could even be a best seller. Great freaking cast- I cant even begin to tell you how wonderful my class is- gag-o-rific right? I mean we would all probably hold hands while we ride bikes if we could. My room is perfect- mostly I like waking up in it, and spending early afternoons with the balcony door open. A good space. And great grocery shopping- gallon of milk? aaa dollar 69. And eggs? 1.49... for 18! what else you got? try me. I am good at groceries. I miss alex.
And that is what it always comes back to.
