I just sent this to my friend Kelly (not that Kelly but a different one):
I took have been crazy busy with summer and working and Sister #4 soon-to-be leaving my humble abode. It’s kind of nice but insane. Plus there’s Rock and Roll Class, Poetry Slams, and just generally being social. Sometimes I long for those frozen, frigid days of February when there’s nothing to do but stay warm and take a nap.

Suddenly, I’ve become one of those people who spends their weekends doing home improvement. While it makes me feel superadult and what not, everytime I go into Home Depot I have to give up any sort of claim, no matter how slim, I ever had to being young and cool. I get excited over brown paint and bookcases.

Depending on the angle I look at my life, it’s either really cool or just sadly generic with it’s work responsibilities and mortgages. How did I become this girl? Or woman, I guess.

A mere year ago I was spending the summer sleeping with men I hardly know, paying $600 in rent, and generally whopping it up.

And now this. I’m stuck in that Talking Heads song.