Tired.

10Aug08

Do you ever mentally debate the pros and cons of saying something only to realize that you’ve already started saying it?

And by “you” I mean “me, hey there Lisa, hi myself” because that is essentially who I am talking to.

Well yeah, I was typing my password into this thinking about whether I should shower tonight or tomorrow when I realized I had just gotten out the shower. My hair is wet, I’m wearing Bobb-McCulloch boxer shorts, I’m an idiot.

But the reason for my idiocy would be last night’s all-nighter (woo!). No, not that kind of all-nighter (woo?). I was working on NBN until nearly 4, then I had to pack and move out of GW by 10 a.m. and into the suburbs of northern Virginia. After sleeping all day, I’m sufficiently out of it. Enough to still be thinking I should take a shower tomorrow instead.

I’m rambling! I’m so tired.

What I wanted to say, and what I’m going to talk about when I get the energy to write a longer post, is that it’s eery how tastes and smells and sounds can instantly snap you to different points in your life. The moment the VitaminEnergy fruit punch drink hit my mouth last night, it was 4 a.m. on a Sunday night in my Bobb bunker, making nervous cracks with AC about which Backstreet Boy I should compare my history paper’s level of suckage to (Lance Bass?).  And whenever I hear a blink-182 song or smell a certain woodiness in the air or get that nauseous-void feeling in my stomach from being out of my comfort zone, I’m 13-years-old at Camp Coleman in rural Georgia developing the kind of sadness that they diagnose and treat.

I have a feeling that my summer in D.C. will be remembered by the taste of olive oil and the smell of garlic, the damp feeling of sheets where I left my wet towel, the polite but forceful “Step back, doors closing” of the Orange Line Metro.

Goodnight, finally.

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