I have 5 different suitcases in different living rooms, living in perpetual sleepovers. I keep getting off at the wrong subway stop, fuck - I don't live here anymore. Me and Erin fall asleep beside each other mostly laughing and then running into each other at bars around Bushwick, accidental double dates. I lose maybe 3 hats this month, mostly in late night Ubers from some show to some bar. I'm meeting a lot of new people and everywhere I go I'm reading someone's tarot, I find I like it in the company of the emotionally vulnerable. I go to DC to watch Erin play and we drive around blasting music, eating sushi, drinking vodka. I’m filling my life with distractions, waiting for news from immigration and wanting to want to take self-portraits - but mostly falling asleep, mind racing.