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still here...
not wanting to go home. probably some sword of damocles apprehension / excitement concerning tomorrow's dispensation of job offers.
wishing irrationally for more trees downtown and cicadas singing, as japanese animation would have me believe they do constantly and everywhere in Japan.
also for ways to fall in love with someone without also creating the likelihood of hurting them. in this i probably worry too much about everyone else.
but it makes trees and cicadas seem attainable, and the drive home a little less unwelcome.
the rain saturday night filled shoal creek enough to clear the stagnant pools and start a burbling, almost-merry current again.
it's a small, good thing.
