Ming took everything out of the glovebox, and I sorted it, so now my desk has extra weird stuff on it that needs to be put away. Cds, a mixtape, a kids book, candy, envelopes for guitar strings, hotel soap, a gift ungiven, hair ties in a ziplock, a corn doll, a clippie, pens, my old wallet with its busted zipper, a business card, letters from last year that I still need to reply to.
After this afternoon’s radical mental health meeting, Ming was elated, saying, “That went great!” I recognized the feeling but was instead just tired, myself.
Then we went to Veganos with new friends for vegan Mexican food. Mine was delicious. I love their chorizo.
Ming is coughing in the bedroom. I was oversocial and messed up my mind. Tomorrow I have theology class and haven’t done the homework.
Here’s a picture of the thing I helped make happen. Sometimes life is a miracle. Photo by Ming.
