salience

My eyes hear the flash, blue!! blue!! alarm.
It's 5am, I'm back home in Boston.

Funny how the details of the trip back yesterday are still fuzzy.
But it could just be post sleep, dreamy paranoia.

Shell called last night. My hilarious, would be japanese roommate is severely missed. But alas, only two more weeks until her piccolo-now-baritone arrival to band camp!! I'm really looking forward to it, especially since Flora will be joining us. She just can't help but want to be a part of the awesomeness that is the BCMB (right Kirstin??). Yay for managers and their polos.

The famous AnnaTudor has been moved into our mod.
Mod 18a, now complete as we originally intended and as it should be.

I'm ready for school to start. I have a plan, which is good, considering all of the resources I have access to thanks to my heavy, jesuit loan balance. Any other negocios folk amused by talk of Trump's executive clothing line?? Maybe a Trump skirt will help me in interviews this coming year... I can see it now: oh yeah, you're a part of a high paying, prestigious firm?? Well, this here's a convincing, confident Trump logo on my suit and if it doesn't influence you into favoring me for this job, then I don't want your company's name on my resume...

Mostly I'm focusing on the here and now. Familia situations, present and future, band, school, work--it'll all straighten itself out in time. All I can affect at this exact moment is the curve in front of me, you know?? Why stress over the miles after it??