Here are some things that keep me sane:
Savage Love podcasts. Dan Savage is wonderful, frank, articulate, funny. When I grow up I want to be just like him.
The fact that the chocolate covered gingers and cherries at whole foods are vegan.
Running for ridiculous amounts of time.
Giggly phone chats with Jess and Nicki like we’re in 7th grade.
The pile of books from the library that now rests on my desk, leaving little room for school supplies to exist.
The prospect of vegan baking this weekend.
Walking around naked in my little corner of the house.
Once, last semester, I was waiting in the unfinished basement of Gregory Hall for my journalism TA to show up for a critique. She was so late that the person scheduled behind me ended up waiting with me. We talked about our articles. Hers was on how the government demonizes psychedelic drugs. She traced a study that reported that 80% of people who’ve done shrooms said that their lives improved as a result of the introspection that took palce during their trips. Shrooms sound like a nice, hippie-esque idea anyway. I wanna try them.
And then she told me about her sorority sisters smoking up in their house.
Good.
