Sunday in LA.
Missed last week because I lost track of time in Marfa, which seems to be a common thing there. Tumultuous week going back to work figuring out what is what and what is even happening on a basic molecular level. I know I know I know what is “happening.” I just need an exorcism. Let me know any recs! I don’t have health insurance, so keep that in mind.
Writing today with Karina. She spent the night at Paige’s silverlake sublet and I met her here so we could be in a nice house and drink as much water as we want without getting overly caffeinated. Told them about the last few weeks and was met with a lot of “babe”(s) and “no!”(s). There’s something comforting about women who talk fast and with conviction, who move onto other subjects quickly not in a dismissive way but in a way that shows life goes on.
Picked up this 80s Benz yesterday. It doesn’t have AC (of course on the day summer officially began) so been driving around with all the windows down blasting No Doubt and Bruce Springsteen feeling momentary bliss sandwiched between anxiety and heartbreak.