I'm back from my Saturday dinner with Kathypath and am slightly drunken. I have this little black book that I want to begin using as a journal, but I have promised myself that it won't be done until I take off for southeast Asia. The trip is only four weeks away... I can't fucking believe it. In the meantime, Odessa Street is going to have to be the place for my completely pointless ramblings when I've split a bottle of wine with a great friend.
What a nice evening. I am so happy to have good friends, to be able to have people I fully trust and can share lives with. Kathypath is such a wonderful person: full of life, wisdom, and reflection. I don't know what I would do without her.
Lately, I've been weighing big decisions and trying to make the most of everything. I'm happy where I am, and I am wondering where I will go. It's not the worst of positions to be in. Everything feels frighteningly wide open, but I am getting more and more comfortable with the uncertainty every day.
For now, I am just going to go to bed and finish my great book about inbred Greeks in Detroit. Dude, it won the Pulitzer, so I'm not the only one who thinks it's fab. Tomorrow brings a morning breakfast with friends and catch-up time with Brooklyn Babe, whom I haven't seen in ages. Oh right, and I gotta study at some point. There's that, too.
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