estranged laptop, sleeping with an octopus, fight the filth- keep the kitchen clean

For some reason, I've been realizing how different my relationship with this computer machine is. I used to find solace in it, turning to its keys for therapy and comfort; turning to its music for inspiration and nostalgia; turning to its connection for joy and understanding. However, I have felt very disconnected from this laptop since returning from Thailand. I forget I have it. I don't consider listening to music and I'm not as excited as I once was. I don't think to cathartically express each thought in its own sticky box. This change is strange for me. 

Talking with dad yesterday was interesting. I had forgotten, as I always do, what living in Glenview felt like. Values are dramatically different, days are structured around different events, people talk about different ideas, the physical space we live in and how we interact with it is different, entertainment is different, the energy is different.

Generally, since I've been back and since school has begun, I have felt out of sorts. I am not moved in to my bedroom, the house seems a work in progress, my mind hasn't yet come to terms with taking classes, but my relationships seem in order. I have been focusing on spending time with people- cooking good meals, sharing them, visiting founders and friends' social functions. It may be unbalanced, but how I make these decisions isn't even questioned for me. Homework just has to fit around having dinner with Alexander and Mitchell. Never would it be the other way around. 

'tchell's protein intake and how that leads to the G20 and my angry reactionary motivation. 

Also, I just emailed Broene about getting a therapist.