like a mat. i walk into work to work even when i wasn't scheduled to. gives me some kind of sense of accomplishment. at least now i have two people to go to when there's an emergency and i can't work.
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i haven't even explained my brother's arrival yet. or have i? i'm no longer sure. it was like he never left. and these past few days it's like i learned to laugh again. just some things he does, it gets to me like nothing else. his little quirks and thoughts and words. sometimes it's too much. and i haven't been used to it for the past 2 and a half months.

i ripped out useless agenda pages and i covered the front and back in black tape. there's just something about cutting, taping, putting together, decorating, that put me at some unknown ease. even when i was little. just give me something to cut, something to paste, something to color.. i think i might try drawing.

my brother bought me this book in Milan, Andy Warhol's designs from the 1950s. his sketches are so awful that they're good. my brother told me: see Christine? you don't have to be an incredible drawer to be successful. all you need is creativity.

it's worth a try. he also got me these really nice scarves from a market in Madrid. my grandparents sent me money, Daniel also got me this handmade silver bracelet made by a woman in Croatia.

so i'm starting to accept the fact that this summer absolutely sucked. i guess it's what happens when you grow up and get a job. i guess it's not too bad. i can barely complain.