L.A. Tori

Hey baubles,

IT'S DAVID. Just wanted to let you know how things are going. It's still kind of at that stage where huge life changes feel pretty mundane. The newness of my surroundings is so complete, and the change so sudden, that nothing feels very strange, and there's no reference point for "normal" against which it can all feel totally fucked up. I wake up on my floor because I don't have a bed, I wear shoes to the bathroom because of the stinky kitty butt sand in the hallway, and I go home on foot because I need to map out the alien geography of the planet I live on now. But none of it feels that strange. It's all kind of coming at me, and either it's too big a shock to deal with it, or it's not a shock at all and I should be proud, or that's what she said. LAFFOL. Hmm. I guess since all of this feels peculiarly normal and mostly i just wanted to check in before heading out for TACO TUESDAY (YESSSSSS), I will now share with you a story about cleaning my new room, which was ass nasty when I showed up.

Yesterday I ran a bunch of errands and then vaccuumed up a whole motherfucking cat in my new room. Dirt devils are pretty wild by the way, since you can kinda see a tornado of filth swirling away in the clear uptake cylinder, and within the first five square feet of vaccuuming the entire thing was opaque. This was after the first night, which I'd spent on a mattress, so I guess I spent 10 hours floating in cat hair, which is pretty awesome.

Oh yeah, and I start work tomorrow, instead of Monday! I AM OFFICIALLY A GROWNUP!

CONGRATULATE ME

missin ewes,
David