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In between LJ entries and changing songs on iTunes, my apartment gradually gets clean again, I debate the logistics of wearing my sweatshirt to class again, I notice I'm not eating right, because I am out of chips and chocolate and cashews but the loaf of bread is stale and there are three apples, a pepper, an avocado, a plum and a box of pasta still in the kitchen. I wonder whether the six black socks on the floor compose three matching pairs, and I notice that I need to take out the trash. Trying to compose a shopping list in my head and remember when I did the dishes last, decide whether or not to eat before class. Gotta run, says my urge to be on time, we're gonna be late, won't do to go to phonetics late again. And I think about standing backstage with a headset on, hearing secrets in voices that hold smiles. Hearing Alix Olson makes me remember last October amd I remember the strength that I have to have come that far.