Rabbit, rabbit, Autumn.
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Tonight, we hung out with the family next door for the first time since moving in. I took them some tomatoes and butterflies over the summer, and the woman, Erin, said she felt badly that we'd never really connected in the two years we've been at the house. So when their boys were settling down, they asked us over for some wine and we took over bread and some garden flowers. She was like, "I see you running all the time, what race are you training for?" and I was like "oh I don't run races I just run for me," and she was like "I've run seven marathons, you could if you wanted to." My maniac brain is pretty intrigued.
Also, it was cool to be reminded that people aren't always what you think or expect. I always assumed we were pretty different types of people, but it was laughably untrue: they both had MFA writing degrees, and ran, and liked the same history books I did, and they'd watched the same TV show I just started. I'm too old to still be categorizing people, but I do. You'd think my experiences would have taught me better than to trust on my impressions.
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I've had kind of a bad week--more dreaming, as always, tired, and then I have to go all to cville tomorrow. I took my emergency anxiety meds for the first time last night in six months, and then I hated today, how everything slowed down to a crawl, and everything like sharp fractures of glass for my analysis. The only way I started to feel normal was tonight, sitting on my front porch, writing garbage.
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