surreal: christmas at the hayward bart station, after a marvelous pasghetti-fest with the brunos and a cool christmas pageant at castro valley.
more surreal: staying up this late, nothing to do, david and i twiddling our thumbs on christmas.
most surreal: in about twenty-four hours, we'll both be on a bus headed towards san francisco international airport to go to phoenix.
still surreal: no sleep, starting on the night of the twenty-fifth, consecutively until the evening of the twenty-seventh.
wish it weren't real: moving all my stuff to angel's.
groundingly real: grandma's got cancer, her lungs collapsed. she's doing better. dad's still in the philippines; haven't heard from him since september.
wish this were real: seeing longtime friends. bastards don't say hi.
ridiculously tangible: drunkenness.
today: merry christmas, everyone, from berkeley to everywhere.
i love you all.
12.25.2003
you feel so small sometimes
miguel
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