Weird isolation/end of semester dispatches
Unwise to publicly post end of semester stuff
Tangerine Emergen-C is what the top of the head of the plush elephant we got from Ikea on our couch we got from Ikea smells like. Also what the top of baby Robert’s head smelled like.
For weeks our hand vacuum (the blue egg) has smelled strongly, strongly of clove cigarettes when you used it. Joey and I both extremely suspicious of each other/ourselves fugue-state buying, crushing, and vacuuming up a box of cloves. (???) The other day I saw the jar of Penzey’s Spices ground cloves in the cabinet, lid cracked, and the memory flooded back to me of it falling out of the cabinet, breaking on the floor, and vacuuming it up.
Inadequately told my professor/advisor how impossible his problem sets are. Inadequately laid down a boundary of I don’t have time/resources/friends in this class for this. He cancelled the final, though. Other professor/advisor says it’s your last full semester of classes ever! Interesting thought that I have no thoughts about yet.
Look, it’ll be better in a week, and my university, thank god, made everyone’s classes pass/fail, and my undergraduate university made it opt-in, which is a move so cruel I will never donate a dime to them, ever. Not that I was going to…
(Every time I look back at stuff I was writing at the end of every semester I go ha ha Whoa there.)
I don’t have the words for how cruel it is to be an American right now. In a week, that won’t be better. But here. Have a backpack cat.
Newish things I’ve cooked in the past two months that you might like, in order of how much I liked them
Yogurt flatbreads (add scallions, use neutral oil + sesame oil and they’d rocket up the list I bet)