My dear Edith,
Thanks for writing. Sorry I didn't write back sooner but I've been kind of down lately. I moved out of Santa Barbara for the rest of the summer. I just couldn't deal with being there without all my friends around. It was a lot harder than I thought. Plus my new roommates moved in and they had bath pillows and sword collections and weird kimono bathrobes. Needless to say, it was a living nightmare that threatened to chip away my sanity like some kind of terrible... chipping monster. So I live in Hollister now. It's not so bad, what with the apricots and the quail. I guess I'm excited about Washington. It just hasn't sunk in yet. I leave September 18, at night. I just bought the plane tickets today. I hope your job search goes well and all that. Cheers on not getting the job teaching Catholic sexuality, though I think you should look into becoming a nun. Black and white might suit you. A movie called "Night of the Iguana" is showing right now. I'm going to watch that. Doesn't that sound fun?
All my loving,
Drew
Monday, August 09, 2004
Bound for the Floor
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