so, it's been how many weeks? sorry, future self. weeks of memories are going to be forgotten because we are so goddamn inconsistent in everything we undertake. If my life is ever made into a movie about me losing my memory and relying solely on this blog to put the pieces back together (gods, let it not be true), then the following paragraph is a 30-second fast-forward screech/montage with hectic voiceover and lots of blurry bits and it goes like this:
spend too much time out of the house at the hookah bar and meeting new yet young and possibly moronic people who you prefer all of a sudden to spend time with. join a punk band and drum like your futile life depends on it. question purpose of nearly complete degree in light of seemingly utter apathy about everything except feeling alive. become disenchanted with academia, let grades suffer preposterously but because of aforementioned apathy care very very little in a quite uncharacteristic manner. upset everybody. get through exams, get Bs and Cs and thank the gods you even passed. keep up with new Doctor Who episodes more religiously than you've ever done anything in your life. Decide to buy a hookah bar with husband. fast forward to learning what phrases like "limited liability" and "Z report" mean. Worry slightly about commitment issues, and especially about continued apathy in the academic department. Drink too much, try to learn how booking schedules and sound equipment and alcohol licenses work. Still spend too much time away from home, but be happy about it because husband is just as invested in this new toy as you are. Revel, but with apprehension. Play first live show of your life, quickly and frantically, and in a dress with make-up and done-up hair. Try to figure out how to be a personable small business owner in a town in which you seem to have accidentally and very suddenly put down roots. End.
That brings us to tonight, and husband and I rolling through silent films and anything else in the public domain that we can get our hands on in anticipation of B-movie night at the new hookah spot, and noticing together how well and how creepily the silent film version of The Wizard of Oz goes with Aphex Twins.
Good Night.
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