almost everything
1. crazy new yorker article that will make a good movie or HBO series someday and will entertain you now. first line of a bad poem i thought of which is "abuse of power / comes with chili fries"
2. the heat broke briefly and the experience of an evening sitting in the beautiful perfect silence of not needing to have the air conditioner on. the tiny crumb of xanax i took this morning from the break in case of emergency stash and made the heat break inside me too.
3. popeyes fried chicken, which is so perfectly seasoned that i don't even feel the need to put hot sauce on it and i put hot sauce on almost everything. slice of cookies and creme flavored cake we ate to celebrate deborah's birthday week.
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