cool to see me still capable of meltdowns, bad nights and worse mornings. shuang started the night saying it felt like we'd arrived, like that was the moment when we realized where we were, and how far we'd come, and it did. nights when your cohort is like: full-time job and college professor (engaged), preparing to move to the states for a job, just bought a new car and a dog, "marketing director," etc. but red wine is like feelings in liquid form, and that house, and that girl. so we escaped, feeling too old, and i, too everything. and i am no good at cranium when i'm down, apparently. should have just fallen asleep on the floor like the puppy, instead went home and ate smartfood popcorn and chatted with all the wrong girls on facebook (just two, but at 2 am talking to two girls simultaneously feels almost overwhelming, especially when they were the two girls you'd wanted and not wanted to see at the reading later that night across town that you bailed on).