at swarthmore. made it. with a tenuous grip on reality though a strong one on the oversized bottle of lime gatorade ben bought me when i told him firmly he could not take me to the emergency room. i don’t blame him for worrying — my reaction to any kind of exertion isn’t pleasant to watch. it’s strange (and hot) to be on campus again. i’m sharing a room with sorelle, using her computer, and am waiting for someone’s mom to take me to redding, pennsylvania where tomorrow morning i must go through a hopefully-not-too-grueling 8 hour cpr first-aid certification ritual.
sorelle: “you don’t have a grip on the oversized bottle. i do. you can’t carry it.”
sigh. true.