I'm sitting in a Barnes & Noble reading Infinite Jest while the xx's album in its entirety is being played over the speakers. This is the most peaceful I've been this summer. I could stay like this the rest of the day if it weren't for the fact that B&N closes unlike the rest of New York and that I kind of want to make it back home in time for the Power Players Jeopardy, despite the fact that the answers are a lot more difficult than I'm used to.
I've reverted to my old self, going to bed in the wee hours of the night and not waking up until late afternoon. I've been eating one real meal a day. All I want to do every hour is read and watch TV and study Japanese and write, but the plethora of activities that are finally at my disposal is consumed by the comparatively much less time I have in each day.
I guess this is a lesson in time management.
Why is it weird to us if gay guys have straight guy friends?