morning

Last night was writer's group. We met at Temple II at 8. I didn't write anything I liked, but my friends did. I'm just not a fiction writer. Sad face. Erik and I went to bed late, and then this morning there were leaf blowers and loud neighbors and a phone call.

I finished laying out ELM 46 this morning, and I can't decide whether to go to Berkeley to photocopy tomorrow or Monday. The apartment's a world-class mess, and I am a sleepy girl who needs to take a shower before choir practice.