Sunday, August 29, 2010
You and I met on a mix from my 23rd birthday, and I thought of you (maybe) half a dozen times since then. Although it's probably inconsequential to you, you had a commanding presence on my iPod this week. Dolly, White Stripes, Mindy, Olivia, you name it. See, years of reinforcement taught my body to believe that the path to a sparkling GPA is paved with a disturbing lack of food or sleep, so one of my goals for law school has been to eat a balanced diet and go to bed at a reasonable hour. For the first two weeks, I think I did a great job of taking care of myself, but Holy Toledo I have the worst heartburn. I’ve been taking Prilosec like a pockmarked adolescent takes Accutane. Despite my best efforts, the smoldering pain in my chest persists. What do you have to do with that? More than I’d like to admit.
You don't know what he means to me, Jolene.