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. Iā€™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.