Berkeley, Day Two

Or three? I guess, technically, it’s Day Three, even though Day One was more about crossing the country to get here.

Anyway, I’m sick. it was bound to happen, really. i’m sick in the way that makes me not want to use capital letters, because my head’s all fuzzy and i feel like i’m floating above my head, looking down. that’s the cold medicine. but it’s also the fact that my head’s all clogged up. i think my headphones are so loud that everybody can hear ella fitzgerald belting “born to be blue” in my ear. Continue reading