I have not gone out in days other than for dinner and it feels kind of nice. I think I've finally beaten on my own whatever weird infection was wrecking my body. I've also seriously cut down on smoking. So yay.
It's been kind of nice to be alone in my place reading, writing, drinking beer, sitting in front of my window AC unit in my bedroom because Jesus, it is hot out there. Today I opened with a four hour shift, got out at 10am after actually getting a decent night's sleep, so now I am awake with the day before me and what to do? Coffee, percocet, and writing until going to Harvard this evening? Splendid idea, me.