Playing Grouper from my iPhone speaker, in a Bank of America ATM, at 5 AM, Sunday, February 20. This is truly one of the weirder moments of my life, to date. It’s warmer here than it was in the hallway of my old cold apartment building. So old that the rusty lock ate my key just now. The thing fucking snapped in half. I tried banging on the door to wake one of my roommates, but it didn’t work. My phone was dead and there’s nowhere to charge it in my apartment hallway and I don’t really know any of the neighbors. So I thought I’d bike to Harvard Square to see if any place was still open where I could charge my phone and text some people, try to wake my roommates via cell phone, or see if I could sleep on someone’s couch. But now that I finally found a place to charge — some serious irony here that BOA of all places is saving me from hypothermia right now — it’s 5:14 AM and doesn’t seem worth it to wake anyone at this point. Seems annoying and unnecessary. Ugh, tonight was going well too — still going strong with sober February, but went to 2 shows and a party tonight nonetheless. Anyway there’s a coffee shop in Harvard Square that opens in 45 minutes so I figure I’ll buy a magazine at 7/11 and go read and drink coffee until someone in my house wakes up and sees all of my text messages and opens the door. Was anyone ever so young?

10:21 am  •  19 February 2012  •  5 notes