04.01.03 - 10:54 pm

i love peter because he lets me turn our bed into a fortress of higher learning. i sit up here for hours, surrounded by books and turning all the pillows sideways and balancing coffee mugs precariously on the posts. all he did was build me a shelf so i would have more room to put my accoutrements nearby while i am doing battle. i eat whole meals here and each night he carefully brushes the crumbs or rice or what have you out, piles my books to the side, rearranges his pillows and falls asleep quickly. it is amazing. he is the most accepting person alive. dear peter, i love you.

i am sick with some sort of weird dry cough. i am too busy to think or breathe. i am holding my head up ok but the freakouts are starting to come closer together.

the tribe is antsy. we haven't had time to discuss it yet.

today marks the end of my sixth year in san francisco and the beginning of my seventh. amazing. a feat.