i did something (a tiny something) really fucking stupid yesterday. it's quite embarrassing. oh well. over now.

(and, but i talked to justin finally last night. and that makes things much, much easier to bear. it's just true.)

something neat: the other day a security guard with whom i was unfamiliar was checking my student id, a routine procedure, and she paused and looked up at me and asked, "is this really you?" the photo is from freshman year, when i was just beginning to grow out my practically-crew-cut-length, mostly-intentionally-botched haircut. it made me smile. asocial days and energy.