new year's resolution: one cigarette, one blog post. and so on. if i insist on killing myself gradually, i can at least get something out of the process. but no length restrictions. i'm not going to drive myself crazy with that kind of silly shit.
we had a pleasant couple of domestic days with everyone welcoming bridge into the household. she's met the crazy neighbors, been out drinking with sam, seen all of us shitfaced, and witnessed a minor squabble. she takes it all in stride and will soon be posting incriminating pictures of us on her facebook account. i think she'll do just fine here, a relief after my last roommate pick turned out to be totally incompatible. let's hope i do as well picking a new member of my department at ps1. interviews start thursday. the following wednesday will be my last day at ps1. i'm getting pretty severe senioritis or checkingoutism. thank goodness for the holidays for breaking up the week, and san francisco to look forward to. did i mention i haven't been there since i was ten or so? perhaps i was younger, because my memories of that trip are just snapshots. i remember watching them spin the cable car around on a turntable at the end of the line to send it back where they came from, and the buskers down by the docks. we had extraordinary ice cream sundaes at ghirardelli square after we got back from alcatraz. somewhere we spent a day at the beach though it was the wrong time of year for swimming. the sand was littered with a million different kinds of seaweed and i draped it over my body and in my hair.
gute nacht, boys and girls. it's time to smoke my lucky.